Robert Plant 🎈♫♪🎧


❝ Do you gather flowers for me
moving softly through the trees
with the scent against your arms?
Long ago I knew your charms
as I walk through the purple hills 
of soon forgotten know 
my heart was in your hand,
all my heart is in your hand.
Do your lips still call my name?
Would your mouth still taste the same?
There I learned the sweetest words, —
Ooh, what price of mercy, yeah!
Though I steal all across the years
the memory lingers on
with my heart in your hand,
all my heart is in your hand.
Should I fall beside the road
everlasting wandering soul
and the memory sublime?
All my, my heart was there, yeah!
As I walk through the purple hills of long ago
I know my heart was in your hand,
Oooh, all my heart, all my heart… ❞