How Lang And Dreary Is The Night
how lang and dreary is the night
how lang and dreary is the night
when i am frae my dearie;
i restless lie frae e'en to morn
though i were ne'er sae weary.
chorus.—for oh, her lanely nights are lang!
and oh, her dreams are eerie;
and oh, her window'd heart is sair,
that's absent frae her dearie!
when i think on the lightsome days
i spent wi' thee, my dearie;
and now what seas between us roar,
how can i be but eerie?
for oh, c.
how slow ye move, ye heavy hours;
the joyless day how dreary:
it was na sae ye glinted by,
when i was wi' my dearie!
for oh, c.