This song became a regular feature of the repertoire of such Scottish singers as Robert Wilson and Kenneth MacKellar.


DOWN IN THE GLEN
Words and music by Harry Gordon and Tommie Connor, 1947.
As recorded by Robert Wilson, 1947.

At hush of eventide,
Over the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my cabin, down in the glen.

Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little cabin, down in the glen.

Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call home.

The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin, down in the glen.

Twilight is softly falling
As the sun sinks in the west.
The one I love is calling:
"Shepherd, come home to rest."

Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call home.

The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin, down in the glen.