 | The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill |  |
SING ON, THOU SWEET WARBLER.
Sing on, thou sweet warbler, thy glad evening song,And charm the lone echoes the green woods among;
As dear unto thee is the sun's setting beam,
So dear unto me is the soul's melting dream.
The dark winter frowning, all pleasure disowning,
Shall strip thy green woods and be deaf to thy moaning;
But dark stormy winter is yet far away,
Then let us be glad, when all Nature is gay.
| The songs and poems of Robert Tannahill | |