Scotlan’s Spring - by
Frae the bud leaves are breakin
/ Trees are dauncin, branches sway
/ Blossoms in the wind are blawin
/ Spring…
Frae the bud leaves are breakin
/ Trees are dauncin, branches sway
/ Blossoms in the wind are blawin
/ Spring…
Out of the night that covers me,
/ Black as the pit from pole to pole,
/ I thank whatever gods may be
/ For my…
Ah got scunnert tryin’ tae spin
/ a web for denner,
/ the stane wis a’ slaisterie,
/ ah couldnae get a grip,
/ ah wis hauf stairved…