Текст песни Burns Robert - Westlin Winds
Burns Robert - Westlin Winds слова песни
Westlin Winds~~~~~~~~~~~~ By Robbie BurnsNow westlin winds and slaughtering gunsBring autumn`s pleasant weatherThe moorcock springs on whirring wingsAmong the blooming heatherNow waving grain, wild o`er the plainDelights the weary farmerAnd the moon shines bright as I rove at nightTo muse upon my charmer.The partridge loves the fruitful fellsThe plover loves the mountainsThe woodcock haunts the lonely dellsThe soaring hern the fountainsThrough lofty groves the cushat rovesThe path of man to shun itThe hazel bush o`erhangs the thrushThe spreading thorn the linnetThus every kind their pleasure findThe savage and the tenderSome social join and leagues combineSome solitary wanderAvaunt away! the cruel swayTyrannic man`s dominionThe sportsman`s joy, the murdering cryThe fluttering gory pinionBut Peggy dear, the evening`s clearThick files the skimming swallowThe sky is blue, the field`s in viewAll fading green and yellowCom let us stray our gladsome wayAnd view the charms of natureThe rustling corn, the fruited thornAnd every happy creatureWe`ll gently walk and sweetly talkTill the silent moon shines clearlyI`ll grasp thy waiste and, fondly pressedSwear how I love thee dearlyNot vernal showers to budding flowersNot autumn to the farmerSo dear can be as thou to meMy fair, and lovely charmer.