| This song was written by my choir director Mr. Rick Phelps IN THE FIELD OF HEATHER Down by the field she stood one morning with the dew light in her hair She watched, she sighed, she wept, she died for she feared he would not be there He had left long ago touched her hand in parting placed a ring on her finger fair "Soon the day I'll return and I'll make ye merry wait for me for I'll surely be there." In the field of heather where I loved you as your eyes reflected the misty dew here I'll stand, and I'll watch from the field of heather as you leave in the light of dawn On the field, full of dreams he marched one morning to the bugle's clarion call stood his ground like a tree swift and strong was he Still he was the last to fall In the field of ashes are you sleeping? or do you look downward from heaven's door? here I stand and I'll wait in the field of heather till you come in the light of dawn Down by the field she stood one morning with the dew light in her hair she watched, she sighed, she wept, she died for she knew he would not be there � Rick Phelps |
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