LOCH GAIR
1844.
The sweetest tones of nature's voice,
Thrilling the balmy air,
That ever made my heart rejoice,
Were heard by thee, Loch Gair.
The sweetest tones of nature's voice,
Thrilling the balmy air,
That ever made my heart rejoice,
Were heard by thee, Loch Gair.
As if they would a welcome give
Unto the stranger's heart,
Telling there is a charm in life,
From the gay world apart.
Unto the stranger's heart,
Telling there is a charm in life,
From the gay world apart.
The cuckoo's gentle, hushing song,
Comes whispering with the breeze;
A fairy murmur all day long,
Amid the sunlit trees.
Comes whispering with the breeze;
A fairy murmur all day long,
Amid the sunlit trees.
I love the shy and lonely bird,
Shunning the haunts of men;
Shunning the haunts of men;
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