The Gloaming Hour

Ken ye the gloaming hour

Doon by the willows weeping

Doon whaur the broon trout's rising

Ripples o'er the burn

Can you hear the bonnie lark

Ca'ing o'er the blooming heather

Paths we yince walked together

Ever tae return

Oh, can ye hear the singing

A' through the wild woods ringing

'Gang ye awa

Never tae return?'

Can you feel immortal spring

Stir the breeze o' Balimeanach

Where the towers o' Ben Vorlich

Water loch and glen

Here in the summer splendour

Flowers o' every hue and colour

One for every day remembered

Never to return

By the 'lady's silver strand

Autumn breathes o'er a' the land

The lapwing pleads, the hawk commands

Let the tide be turned

Noo in the winter's blast

Gone is the flower o' Edinbra

Gone aye and gone forever

Ever tae be mourned

So softly silent falls the snow

Slays spring's sweet sister summer

Autumn falls beloved brother

Tae the gloaming hour

Here in the dusk and dawn

You will ever walk the heather

But never will we walk together

O'er the lands we loved