Текст песни Bill Douglas - Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
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
Thy crystal stream, Afton
How lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where
My Mary resides;
There daily I wander
As noon rises high
My flocks and my Mary's
Sweet cot in my eye
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
The sweet-scented birk shades
My Mary and me
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
There oft, as mild evening
Weeps over the lea
The sweet-scented birk shades
My Mary and me
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
