Taken from 'The Banks of Nith' [1789] by Robert Burns
lyrics
The Thames flows proudly to the sea,
Where royal cities stately stand;
But sweeter flows the Nith to me,
Where Comyns ance had high command.
When shall I see that honour'd land,
That winding stream I love so dear!
Must wayward Fortune's adverse hand
For ever, ever keep me here!
How lovely, Nith, thy fruitful vales,
Where bounding hawthorns gaily bloom;
And sweetly spread thy sloping dales,
Where lambkins wanton through the broom.
Tho' wandering now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
Tho' wandering now must be my doom,
Far from thy bonie banks and braes,
May there my latest hours consume,
Amang the friends of early days!
credits
from SOMETHING IN US NEVER DIES,
released January 24, 2020
Words by Robert Burns.
Original arrangements by Laurie Cameron, with Ross Lorimer and Rod Jones.
Vocals by Laurie Cameron, with Ross Lorimer.
Recorded, produced and mixed by Rod Jones, mastered by Kris Pohl, Post Electric Studio.
Artwork by Donald Cameron.