Sundays we sent up onto the Moors
Breathing the sweet air one finds up there
Though Winter Hill is bleak we liked the view
I only wish today I might see you.
So far away that no way could I see
The far side of the earth where love roams free
Sundays we sent up onto the Moors
Breathing the sweet air one finds up there
Though Winter Hill is bleak we liked the view
I only wish today I might see you.
So far away that no way could I see
The far side of the earth where love roams free