There upon God’s homespun hill where fields of heather lay
Through wooded paths young Kenneth walked toward my home to play
A peasant’s son, the hours long that he did labor hard
Then on the evening stole away into the castle yard
My father winked at our child-play, my mother liked it not
and all of his good merits failed to change her darkest thought
Then eyes of green grew to a man, our hearts were ever fused
As wealthy suitors sought my hand I solemnly refused
There upon an acreage, where fields of heather lay
We pledged one to the other’s heart and planned to wed one day
By shallow streams and aging trees our love grew ever stronger
But great would be my mother’s wrath if ever we did wrong her
With caution we had tried to hide the love that had so grown
But mother read into my eyes, our feelings then were known
Therefore, I was forbidden to ever speak of him
Nor was I free to venture forth or see his face again
But then my Kenneth went to fight against my father’s foe
With battle ax and bloodied sword he countered every blow
By slaying our oppressor, Kenneth’s prize was wealth and land
And then my father took me forth and gave to him my hand
My mother so did hate our love, she turned to stone within
And pledged assassins wealth and gold if Kenneth’s life would end
The priest stood there, beneath a tree where fields of heather lay
All court was present, gentry too, upon our wedding day
The rites were read and vows were sealed, two hearts became as one
I turned to see my husband then, whose face beamed like the sun
But as he reached to take my hand an arrow pierced his heart
And deep green eyes grew sadly dim as death tore us apart
I fell to earth there by his side and felt him slip away
Where blood spilled down upon the earth where fields of heather lay
From convent walls that grace the sky, I still may look at him
As maypop vines embrace the stone that holds his name within
I’ve lived a solitary life, a nun unto this day
And worn with age soon I will sleep where fields of heather lay