How Lang And Dreary Is The Night |
Robert Burns, 1794
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! | 2. 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? Chorus:
3. How slow ye move, ye heavy hours; |