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lyrics
Where the Heather Don't Grow
My old man, when I was young, one settin' of the sun
told a tale with me upon his knee
'bout this mamma and this dad and the little girl they had
this Maggie fair and sweet as any be
he said "Son, don't you know
you don't play, you don't go
where the heather don't grow
cause Maggie, she liked to go, she liked to play
where the heather don't grow".
One morning as she went to play her winding path went far astray
from the trails that she had known
On the hillock an isle in wildflowers where Maggie wiled away her hours
'nieth the tangled lilac grove
In the middle a spit of fertile earth, that barren loam where she made berth
Where the heather don't grow
she come back that night to her father in a fright
not knowing where his little girl go
she said with a smile how she spent a pleasant while
in that shady spot where no man e'er would go
MAGGIE, DON'T YOU KNOW
YOU DON'T PLAY, YOU DON'T GO
WHERE THE HEATHER DON'T GROW
BUT MAGGIE LIKED TO GO
SHE LIKED TO PLAY
WHERE THE HEATHER DON'T GROW
Cause there ain't no squalls and there ain't no storms with the fairies and the unicorns
where the heather don't grow
and when she sets upon that ground the sprites and pixies flit around
where the heather don't grow
she plays with leprecauns and gnomes up from their kingdom right below
where the heather don't grow
they tell her of the times they'll have lo far below they'll take her hand
where the heather don't grow
Some months slid by, Maggie hid and Maggie lied
seein' naught but good in where she liked to go
but her mamma caught her there from the lilacs in her hair
and she gave her lyin' lips a hurtful blow
Sayin' "Maggie, don't you know...
Cause her new-found friends took her below into their heathen spirit home
where the heather don't grow
there were rainbow pools and showers of gold where fauns and satyrs romped and rolled
where the heather don't grow
and on a throne their prince of old who wished for Maggie's hand to hold
where the heather don't grow
he planned with her a wedding day when she would be with them to stay
where the heather don't grow
She come back one night with a will to do things right
and act just as her fairy prince had told
she crept up them creepy stairs to her parents sleeping there
to take 'em where they forbade her to go
The town sheriff came one day wonderin' where they went away
since three weeks hide nor hair they hadn't showed
the farmhouse was a sight to give a worldly man a fright
the blood-soaked bed with no sleepers to hold
he come back with the hounds and a party to search around
and they soon sniffed out a trail for trackin' down
two bodies drgged for a ways, but at the end there weren't a trace
of the girl or the mamma or the daddy in the barren ground
and they say Maggie, don't you know
musta took 'em far below
where the heather don't grow
cause Maggie's happy home and wedding day's
where the Heather don't grow
Where the heather don't grow...
So my daddy told to me the sad strange history
of the house and land where we had made a home
a look of worry in his eyes, the helpless warning of the wise
that vaguely tells but ne'er can clearly show
Sayin' "Son, don't you know...
but what daddy didn't know
I liked to play, I liked to go
where the heather don't grow.
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