Craig Herbertson - The Gloaming Hour lyrics

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