Sweet Fa's The Eve

1.
Sweet fa's the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow,
But a' the pride o' Spring's return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.
2.
I see the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary wight can please,
And Care his bosom is wringing?
3.
Fain, fain would I my griefs impart,
Yet dare na for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it langer.
4.
If thou refuse to pity me,
If thou shalt love another,
When yon green leaves fade frae the tree,
Around my grave they'll wither.

Sweet Falls The Evening


Sweet falls the evening on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow,
But all the pride of Spring's return
Can yield me nothing but sorrow.

I see the flowers and spreading trees,
I hear the wild birds singing;
But what a weary person can please,
And Care his bosom is wringing?

Fondly, fondly would I my grief's impart,
Yet dare not for your anger;
But secret love will break my heart,
If I conceal it longer

If you refuse to pity me,
If you should love another,
When yonder green leaves fade from the tree,
Around my grave they will wither.