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Softly Now the Burn Is Rushing

from Covering for Solace by Sunset Wings

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words by Seumas MacManus

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Softly now the burn is rushing,
Every lark its song is hushing,
On the moor thick rest is falling,
Just one heather-blade is calling—
Calling, calling, lonely, lonely,
For my darling, for my only.

Trotting home, my dearie, dearie,
Wee black lamb comes, wearie, wearie,
Here its soft feet pit-a-patting
Quickly o’er the flowery matting,
See its brown-black eyes a-blinking—
Of its bed it’s surely thinking.

The hens to roost wee Nora’s shooing,
Brindley in the byre is mooing,
The tired-out cricket’s quit its calling,
Velvet sleep on all is falling,—
Lark and cow, and sheep and starling,—
Feel it kiss our white-haired darling.

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from Covering for Solace, released April 3, 2009

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Sunset Wings Калининград, Russian Federation

Königsberg based neofolk project by Aleks Popov and Tanya Korotkova.

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