Now the moon is full again,
And the song of Angus cries
Underneath the Summer skies
Till the nights of Summer wane.
Follow now while still you may,
Ere his music calls in vain,
Where the harps of Angus play,
Now the moon is full again.
And the song of Angus cries
Underneath the Summer skies
Till the nights of Summer wane.
Follow now while still you may,
Ere his music calls in vain,
Where the harps of Angus play,
Now the moon is full again.
Flower of Morven, long ago
In the corrie where we met,
Did you think you could forget,
Did you dream you would not know
Lips that sang the lovers’ tune,
And the heart that loved you so?
Did forgetfulness come soon,
Flower of Morven long ago?
In the corrie where we met,
Did you think you could forget,
Did you dream you would not know
Lips that sang the lovers’ tune,
And the heart that loved you so?
Did forgetfulness come soon,
Flower of Morven long ago?
Oh remember me once more,
Now the mist is on the hills
And the harp of Angus stills
Moaning waves along the shore,
For the songs I made for you,
For the love that was before,
Now the mist is on the hills
And the harp of Angus stills
Moaning waves along the shore,
For the songs I made for you,
For the love that was before,
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