Sweet Afton

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmurin' stream Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds through the glen Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises high, oh-uh My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow There oft as mild ev'ning sweeps over the lea The sweet-scented birch shades my Mary and me Oh, thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides And winds by her cot where my Mary resides How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flow'rets 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 thy murmurin' stream So flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream