English poem
Song
by Clinton Scollard (1860–1932)
Just the sun on a slope of heather, The long blue wind and the open sea; All the cares of the world in tether, And nobody there but you and me!
That ’s my wish in the golden weather; Love, you echo the wish with me? Come, then, ho, for the slope of heather, The long blue wind and the open sea!