Softly Now the Burn Is Rushing
Sunset Wings Lyrics


Softly now the burn is rushing
Every lark its song is hushing
On the moor thick rest is falling
Just one heather-blade is calling
Calling, calling, lonely, lonely
For my darling, for my only

Trotting home, my dearie, dearie
Wee black lamb comes, wearie, wearie
Here its soft feet pit-a-patting
Quickly o’er the flowery matting
See its brown-black eyes a-blinking
Of its bed it’s surely thinking

The hens to roost wee Nora’s shooing
Brindley in the byre is mooing
The tired-out cricket’s quit its calling
Velvet sleep on all is falling
Lark and cow, and sheep and starling
Feel it kiss our white-haired darling

Lark and cow
And sheep and starling
Calling, calling
Lonely, lonely
Rest is falling
Song is hushing
Rest is falling
Song is hushing
Rest is falling


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Written by: Alex Popov

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