Hannah Read - Moorland Bare lyrics

A lover of a moorland bare And honest country winds they were The silver skimming rain they took And loved the floodings of the brook Dew frost mountains, fire and sea Tumultuary silences Winds in darkness fifed a tune In the high riding virgin moon In our ungenial native north You put your frosted wildlings forth And on the heath afar from man A strong and bitter virgin ran Dew frost mountains, fire and sea Tumultuary silences Winds in darkness fifed a tune In the high riding virgin moon Around you still the curlew sings The freshness of the weather clings The maiden j**els of the rain Sit in your dabbled locks again Sit in your dabbled locks again