Five favourite songs (11)/Now Ye're Far Away, Love

NOW YE’RE FAR AWA’, LOVE.

Oh! now ye’re far awa’, love,
⁠Ye’re far awa’ frao me,
O'er woodland glens, and rocky dens,
⁠And o’er the raging sea. I stand upon the rocky shore,
⁠The rocky hills behind.
I spy the distant ship afar,
⁠That’s driven with the wind.

I see the waves around her rise,
⁠Ten thousand billows roar;
The foaming surges lash the skies
⁠Behind her and before.
Unto the winds I gave a sigh,
⁠Unto the waves a tear;
Up to the skies I send my cry,
⁠O for my dearest dear.

Kind Providence, oh! hear my voice,
⁠Oh, wilt thou her life save?
Oh, keep her from the sunken rocks,
⁠And from a watery grave.
For, though she’s borne awa’ frae me,
⁠Across the raging main,
Our hapless loves may yet revive,
⁠Were we to meet again.