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KIRSTEEN/CHRISTINN (Trad: last verse by Gordon Bok) Who will walk with thee, Kirsteen By the shining sea, Kirsteen O'er the fragrant lea Who'll be by thy side, Kirsteen At the high spring-tide, Kirsteen Walking with his bride And when thou grow frail, Kirsteen Winds do bring the veil, Kirsteen Who longs with thee to sail Soft be thy pathway and light be thy stepping Sweet be the song on thy lips, Christinn Lone on the hillside, thy lover is lying And pale is the hue of his cheek, Christinn The bird in the woodland the trout in the river The deer on the hillside are fair, Christinn But he who was fairer lies low in the bracken He's emptied his heart of his cares, Christinn Bright blow the flowers by clear, winding cutty Like bonnie white clouds in the blue, Christinn But their glory at noontide is darkened with mourning For joys that can never return, Christinn First three verses from Kenneth McKellar album, "Songs of the Hebrides", c. 1955 JB Recorded by Gordon Bok Copyright Folk-Legacy Records, Inc. @love filename[ KIRSTEE SOF |
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