Day Returns
Day Returns | |
Robert Burns, 1788
| The day returns, my bosom burns, The blissful day we twa did meet: Tho winter wild in tempest toil'd, Ne'er summer-sun was half sae sweet. That a' the pride that loads the tide, And crosses o'er the sultry line; Than kingly robes, than crowns and globes, Heav'n gave me more - it made thee mine! | 2. While day and night can bring delight, Or Nature aught of pleasure give; While joys above my mind can move, For thee, and thee alone, I live. When that grim foe of Life below Comes in between to make us part, The iron hand that breaks our band, It breaks my bliss, it breaks my heart! |