Heather Dale

Heather Dale

In a peaceful little valley,
Where the violets grow,
There I used to wander daily,
Watching at the brooklet's flow;
Not a spot I loved so dearly
As this fragrant vale,
And I never shall forget it,
Lovely little Heather Dale!

Chorus.—Oh, how I always loved to,
With my sister Nell,
Roam in days of youthful pleasure
In that little Heather Dale.

There I've heard the little songsters
Sing their songs of glee,
Skipping from the waving tree-tops,
'Twas a lovely sight to me;
Fragrance from the little flowers
Fill'd each gentle gale,
As they in their course came playing
Through the little Heather Dale.

Chorus.—Oh, how I always loved to, &c.

Now those childhood's days have fleeted,
And no more I'll roam,
In that quiet little valley
Near my old sequester'd home;
But I always shall remember
Where I used to trail,
Through that lone and silent valley,
My own little Heather Dale.

Chorus.—Oh, how I always loved to &c.