Yonder sunny brae.
[William Anderson, author of "Landscape Lyrics," &c. This song was written in 1832, and is now for the first time printed here.]
On yonder sunny brae we met,
Amid the summer flowers;
And never can my heart forget
The rapture of those hours,
When she I loved forsook her home,
And there with me did stray;
Oh! much I wish again to roam
On yonder sunny brae.
The gushing of the waterfall,
The sunshine of the sky;
The bloom, the balm, and more than all,
The sparkle of her eye,
Brought to my heart a blissful tide
That drove all care away,
And I was happy at her side,
On yonder sunny brae.
'Twas then I breathed my fondest vow,
My deepest love revealed,
I kiss'd her lip, her cheek, her brow,
It could not be concealed.
No sweeter scene my eyes shall see,
Though far my steps should stray,
There's not a spot so dear to me
As yonder sunny brae.