Hills of Heather

A bride speaks to her beloved

Take my hand, my dearest love
We will go to the hills of heather and thistle
Under the bluest of skies we will vow
To be together forevermore

Secured by a tartan scarf draped with holy beads
We will hold each other's hands tightly and pledge our love
With the scent of wildflowers in the air
And gold dust falling from heaven above

We will lie down under the twinkling stars
To gaze upon a world of wonder
Then we will turn to each other and seal our bond
With tender kisses and a joining like no other

From this day forward I will be your wife
With honor and pride I will stand beside you
My love for you is as vast as the night sky
My loyalty and devotion will forever be true