Karine Polwart - The Learig lyrics

rate me

When o'er the hill the eastern star

Tells bughtin time is near, my jo,

And owsen frae the furrow'd field

Return sae dowf and weary, O,

Down by the burn, where birken buds

Wi' dew are hangin clear, my jo,

I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,

My ain kind dearie, O.

At midnight hour in mirkest glen

I'd rove, and ne'er be eerie, O,

If thro' that glen ye gaed to me,

My ain kind dearie, O!

Altho' the night were ne'er sae wild,

And I were ne'er sae weary, O,

I'll meet thee on the lea-rig,

My ain kind dearie, O.

The hunter lo'es the morning sun

To rouse the mountain deer, my jo;

At noon the fisher takes the glen

Adown the burn to steer, my jo:

Gie me the hour o' gloamin grey -

It maks my heart sae cheery, O,

To meet thee on the lea-rig,

My ain kind dearie, O.