John Jeffreys - The Whin
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Cruel and bright as the whin
Is my love, my love
And cold as the light on the linn
The light of her eyes
Free as the kestrel in air
Is my love, my love
And dark as the heather, her hair
Beneath dark skies
Like heather burned black by the fire
Is my heart, my heart
Burned black to the ash of desire
As daylight dies
Is my love, my love
And cold as the light on the linn
The light of her eyes
Free as the kestrel in air
Is my love, my love
And dark as the heather, her hair
Beneath dark skies
Like heather burned black by the fire
Is my heart, my heart
Burned black to the ash of desire
As daylight dies
