Full Lyrics
’Tis heather time, together time—
Come, Lassie, hear the thrush
A winging down the twilight paths,
A calling through the hush!
Ah, listen to the bonnie lay
The breezes waft along;
“’Tis mating time, not waiting time,
When all the world’s a song!”
“’Tis heather time, together time,”
The poppies nod and croon;
The bluebells scamper down the hills,
All dancing to the rune;
The blackbird whistles on the brae,
Beside his dusky spouse;
“’Tis loving time, not roving time,
And we are building house!”
’Tis heather time, together time—
Oh, tender days and sweet!
I know a way that winds to kirk;
’Twas made for lassie feet;
I know a little manse that dreams
Beside a singing sea;
’Tis homing time, love’s gloaming time,
If ye’ll bide there with me!
In Munsey’s Magazine
Volume XLVII, No. IV, July 1912
