A ballad from “Rob Roy” Comic Opera, 1894
Words by Harry B. Smith
Music by Reginald de Koven
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Denese Coulbeck:
Lyrics
My hame is where the heather blooms
Where heather blooms and scents the air
My hame is where my laddie dwells
And fain wad I be there
Nae laird is he, my bonny Hieland lad
Nor mickle gold nor land has he
But he will love me weel, and he will love me true
And never love a lass but me
To the Hielands then I’ll gang awa
Ay, wi’ the ane I love the best of a’
My hame is where the heather blooms
Where heather blooms and scents the air
My hame is where my laddie dwells, and waits for me
Oh, fain wad I be there
My hairt is where the throstle sings
A lay, that has no note of care
By Hieland braes and Hieland springs
Ah, wad I were there!
For where are skies sae fair and air sae sweet
As in the hame that waits for me
Where my true love will hold me dear for e’er and aye?
How blithe and happy will we be!
To the Hielands, then, my way I’ll fare
All in life that’s dear to me is there!
My hame is where the heather blooms
Where heather blooms and scents the air
My hame is where my laddie dwells, and waits for me
Oh, fain wad I be there