TO
KATHARINE DE MATTOS
| It’s ill to loose the bands that God decreed to bind; Still will we be the children of the heather and the wind. Far away from home, O it’s still for you and me That the broom is blowing bonnie in the north countrie. |
KATHARINE DE MATTOS
| It’s ill to loose the bands that God decreed to bind; Still will we be the children of the heather and the wind. Far away from home, O it’s still for you and me That the broom is blowing bonnie in the north countrie. |