Wild Grows The Heather

I heard some voices singing
Out in the crowded street
They sang of changes coming
And wine that tasted sweet
And then I got to thinking
About the way we live
Cooped up inside these four walls
Soon something’s got to give
Let’s get away from the city
Let’s get away from the street
Wild grows the heather
Under your feet
Where the air’s good to breathe
There’s a chance to be free
Don’t see no flowers growing
Can’t see no trees at all
It’s time to cross the river
It’s time to jump the wall
Maybe a new tomorrow
A new horizon too
I’m talking 'bout a new life
A chance to sing in tune
Let’s get away from the city
Let’s get away from the street
Wild grows the heather
Under your feet
Where the air’s good to breathe
There’s a chance to be free