Flow Gently Sweet Afton (Sung by Annie)

Описание: Flow Gently Sweet Afton

Scottish - Traditional

Version sung (with cold driving the teeth to chatter)

Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently: I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stock dove whose echo resound through the glen;
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den;
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear:
I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair.

Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently: I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream;
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills,
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills.
There daily I wander as noon rises high,
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye.
How pleasant thy banks and sweet valleys below
Where wild are the woodlands, the primroses blow.
There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea,
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me.

Flow gently sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently: I'll sing thee a song in thy praise.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream;
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
How wanton the waters her snowy feet lave
As gathering sweet florets, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes;
Flow gently sweet river, the theme of my lays.
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.

*Placing the starting verse as a refrain is Annie's idea to adapt the song for pub sings