This is one of my all-time favourite songs, because it describes perfectly all the things I love about where I live. I learnt it from my well-worn copy of 'Lady of Autumn' by Beggar's Velvet.
Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns
Bring autumn's pleasant weather.
The moorcock springs on whirring wings
Among the blooming heather.
The waving grain, wild o'er the plain
Delights the weary farmer,
And the moon shines bright as I rove at night
To muse upon my charmer.
The partridge loves the fruitful fells,
The plover loves the mountain,
The woodcock haunts the lonely dells,
The soaring hern the fountain,
Through lofty groves the cushat roves
The path of man to shun it,
The hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush,
The spreading thorn the linnet.
Thus every kind their pleasure find,
The savage and the tender.
Some social join in league combine,
Some solitary wander,
Avant! Away! The cruel sway,
Tyrannic man's dominion
The sportsman's joy, the murdering cry
The fluttering, gory pinion.
But Peggy dear the evening's clear,
Thick fly the skimming swallows,
The sky is blue, the fields in view,
All fading green and yellow.
Come let us stray our gladsome way,
To view the charms of nature,
The rustling corn, the fruited thorn,
And every happy creature.
We'll gently walk and sweetly talk,
Till the silent moon shines clearly,
I'll clasp thy waist and fondly pressed,
Swear how I love thee dearly.
Not vernal showers to budding flowers,
Not autumn to the farmer,
So dear can be as thou to me
My fair, my lovely charmer.
from Rise Aurora
released December 1, 2016
Words by Robert Burns.
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