Song | Flow Gently, Sweet Afton |
Artist | John McDermott |
Album | When I Grow Too Old To Dream |
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Flow gently sweet afton:to barbara mcpherson | |
Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes | |
Flow gently i'll sing thee a song of thy praise | |
My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream | |
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen | |
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den | |
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear | |
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair | |
Thy crystal stream aftom how lovely it glides | |
And winds by the cot where my mary resides | |
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave | |
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave | |
Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes | |
Flow gently sweet river the theme of my lays | |
My mary's asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream |
Flow gently sweet afton: to barbara mcpherson | |
Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes | |
Flow gently i' ll sing thee a song of thy praise | |
My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream | |
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen | |
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den | |
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear | |
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair | |
Thy crystal stream aftom how lovely it glides | |
And winds by the cot where my mary resides | |
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave | |
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave | |
Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes | |
Flow gently sweet river the theme of my lays | |
My mary' s asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream |
Flow gently sweet afton: to barbara mcpherson | |
Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes | |
Flow gently i' ll sing thee a song of thy praise | |
My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream | |
Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen | |
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den | |
Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear | |
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair | |
Thy crystal stream aftom how lovely it glides | |
And winds by the cot where my mary resides | |
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave | |
As gathering sweet flowerets she stems thy clear wave | |
Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes | |
Flow gently sweet river the theme of my lays | |
My mary' s asleep by the murmuring stream | |
Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream |