Afton Water Songtext

Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang 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 resounds through the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea Thy sweet-scented birks shade my Mary and me Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides And winds by the cot where my Mary resides How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave As, gathering sweet flowerets, she stems thy clear wave Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lay My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream