The Book of Scottish Song/Red gleams the sun

by Robert Couper

Red gleams the sun.

[Dr. Couper.—Air, "Niel Gow."]

Red gleams the sun on yon hill tap,
The dew sits on the gowan;
Deep murmurs through her glens the Spey,
Around Kinrara rowan.
Where art thou, fairest, kindest lass?
Alas! wert thou but near me,
Thy gentle soul, thy melting eye,
Would ever, ever cheer me.

The lav’rock sings amang the clouds,
The lambs they sport so cheerie,
And I sit weeping by the birk,
O where art thou my dearie?
Aft may I meet the morning dew
Lang greet till I be weary,
Thou canna, winna, gentle maid,
Thou canna be my dearie.

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