Oh the Wild, Wild Moors

I.
My heart's away in the lonely hills,
    Where I would gladly be—
On the rolling ridge of Blackstone Edge,
    Where the wild wind whistles free!
There oft in careless youth I roved,
    When summer days were fine;
And the meanest flower of the heathery waste
    Delights this heart of mine!
    Oh, the lonely moors, the breezy moors,
        And the stormy hills so free;
    Oh, the wild, wild moors; the wild, wild moors,
        The sweet wild moors for me.
II.
I fain would stroll on lofty Knowl,
    And Rooley Moor again;
Or wildly stray one long bright day
    In Turvin's bonny glen!
The thought of Wardle's breezy height
    Fills all my heart with glee,
And the distant view of the hills so blue
    Bring tears into my e'e!
    Oh, the lonely moors, the breezy moors,
        And the stormy hills so free;
    Oh, the wild, wild moors; the wild, wild moors,
        The sweet wild moors for me.

III.
Oh, blessed sleep, that brings in dreams
    My native hills to me;
The heathery wilds, the rushing streams,
    Where once I wandered free!
'Tis a glimpse of life's sweet morning light,
    A bright angelic ray,
That steals into the dusky night,
    And fades with waking day!
    Oh, the lonely moors, the breezy moors,
        And the stormy hills so free;
    Oh, the wild, wild moors; the wild, wild moors,
        The sweet wild moors for me.