The rain fell and the clouds hung overhead
As I walked on the moors to meet my man.
If only we had found a heather bed.
We’d would have done what men and women can.
The sun was absent anf the trees all bowed down
The wettest winter for a hundred years…
Yet full of love ,my face displayed no frown…
My heart was full,and absent any fears.
The moon too was watching as I ran
Her silver crescent pierced the clouds with joy.
I could not wait to meet my loving man.
And with his hands and face I longed to toy.
But when I reached the spot where he would be,
Nothing waited but a fallen tree.
How my heart sings 