- now westlin winds -

Lyrics for - now westlin winds -

Avaunt, away, the cruel sway Tyrannic man's dominion It's actually so beautiful but (Is it a poem?) I can't sing it (The man, dominion?) No, now westlin' winds and slaughtering guns Bring Autumn's pleasant weather The moorcock springs on whirring wings Amang the blooming heather Now waving grain, wide o'er the plain Delights the weary farmer And the moon shines bright, when I rove at night To muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells The plover loves the mountains The woodcock haunts the lonely dells The soaring hern the fountains Through lofty groves the cushat roves The path of man to shun it The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush The spreading thorn the linnet Thus every kind their pleasure find The savage and the tender Some social join, and leagues combine Some solitary wander Avaunt, away, the cruel sway Tyrannic man's dominion The sportsman's joy, the murd'ring cry The flutt'ring, gory pinion But, Peggy dear, the ev'ning's clear Swift flies the skimming swallow The sky is blue, the fields in view All fading, green and yellow Come let us stray our gladsome way And view the charms of Nature The rustling corn, the fruited thorn And every happy creature We'll gently walk, and sweetly talk 'Til the silent moon shine clearly I'll grasp thy waist, and fondly prest Swear how I love thee dearly Not vernal showers to budding flowers Not Autumn to the farmer So dear can be as thou to me My fair, my lovely charmer Wow, that's so beautiful Wait what, is this, what is this? It's a poem by Robert Burns played by Dick Gaughan