Floating flames

Cleveland Hills  on  the edge of cliffs we lay
In heather deep where bees   flew fast as flames
And the  wild, wild flowers and the butterflies at play
In  Cleveland Hills  on the edge of  cliffs we lay
If I could go back  would you come to stay
Where the scents’s  so  rich it pulls  love down again
Cleveland Hills  on the edge of  cliffs we lay
In heather deep,  in love we burn like flames