On Chloris Being Ill |
Robert Burns, 1795
Chorus: Long, long the night, Heavy comes the morrow While my soul's delight Is on her bed of sorrow.
Can I cease to care? |
2. Ev'ry hope is fled, Ev'ry fear is terror, Slumber ev'n I dread, Ev'ry dream is horror. Chorus:
3. Hear me, Powers Divine! |