06. Lyric for Linda

 

Let us take a walk beside the lovely Silverburn

Whose waters ripple twinkling on the stones.

Smell the sweet aroma of the gorse flowers and the kern,

And listen to the skylark’s thrilling tones.

Oh, Silverburn, your limpid stream

Is flowing through my heart,

For from your waters love’s sweet dream

Will never quite depart.

 

The watermills are silent and the primroses all die,

The ancient trees will fall and shadows creep.

The Crossack Bridge will crumble, the stars slip from the sky,

But something still in memory will I keep.

Oh, Silverburn, your limpid stream

Is flowing through my heart,

For from your waters love’s sweet dream

Will never quite depart.

 

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