I don't know for sure whose words these are! I found them amongst some typed out ones I was given years ago- - - with the bracketed ? as to composer!) I will eventually find what I am seeking , somewhere in this house- - I am sure there is a page with music and song words.
I also hope to be speaking to Jim Henderson again so will ask him for correct information.

- meantime I am looking for the words and music of 'Bonnie Dunoon' which John McLellan composed as a fundraiser for the community / war effort (?) either during WW2 or shortly after; I kow I have the original printed music and words in the house - - all I have to do is find out where they are hiding!


By The Lochside   (?Andy Stewart words?)

In the spring when the world was young, then,
And the sweet songs of youth were sung, then
By the lochside I met a maiden,
And my heart longed to call her mine.

She was fairer than words can say, man,
And her smile made the world gay, man,
But like springtime, she would not stay, man,
Though my heart longed to call her mine.

But I would wait a thousand years, now,
I would shed a thousand tears, now,
No more sadness and no more fears, now,
If the lass lets me call her mine.

Summer came with her million flowers,
Summer time that was made for lovers,
Hand-in-hand, strolling through her bowers,
But my love would not walk with me.

Warm the day when the sun is shining,
Warm the love when in love reclining,
Cold the heart that for love is pining,
Cold the love that can never be.

But I would wait a thousand years, now,
I would shed a thousand tears, now,
No more sadness and no more fears, now
If the lass lets me call her mine.

Summer's gone and the Winter's cold, now,
With his grey hand has laid his hold now,
And the story of love is told, now,
But the story can never end.

By the lochside a bird is singing,
Sad the song from his heart is ringing,
Now he leaves and is swiftly winging,
Leaving me waiting here alone.

But I would wait a thousand years, now,
I would shed a thousand tears, now,
No more sadness and no more fears, now
If the lass lets me call her mine.