Spirit of the Moor

By: Fee

meet me where the river wanders

‘neath the full moon o’er the moor

in the highlands I’ll be waiting

my heart pines for you once more

we’ll ride the world together

I’ll give up my robbing ways

settle down and raise some wee ones

Live peaceful till our final days

we’ll make love upon the heather

with the scent of clover in the air

aye, ‘tis a bonny lass you are my love

with emerald eyes and golden hair

I was but a lonesome highwayman

who’s held your promise in my heart

this roaming rover of the King’s forest

meet me tonight so my life can start

so he waited for her ‘neath a full moon

Rose in hand and stead tied to a tree

he never knew the note was intercepted

like a lion he fights to remain free

she never got her lover’s message

high Sheriff’s men led by traitorous swine

surrounded him and commanded he surrender

it was time for him to pay for his great crime

but to the death he fought and died

where the river wanders through the moor

now on full moon nights a lady walks

with her love’s spirit on the shore