I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven;Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.
I never saw a moor, I never saw the sea;
Yet know I how the heather looks, And what a wave must be.
I never spoke with God, Nor visited in heaven;Yet certain am I of the spot As if the chart were given.