To Birgit: HEIDLESS CROSS, Key D

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Uwe Schmidt, www.zeitenwind.de

Red is the rose that blooms sae braw
where yorlins sing sae clearly,
grey is the cross that's shorn in twa',
where yince we loo'ed sae dearly.

Dark the poor by ninestane burn
where martlets sing sae sweetly
dark are the men wi' pinards nine
where laverocks sing sae dearly.

They cut him doon by ninestane burn
the pinards flash sae deadly
they left him lying 'alow the stars
the ninestane burn rins bloodly.

Black the ravens wha' shriek awa'
the heidless cross stands coldly
yellow the corn the wind will blow
o'er him I loo'ed sae dearly.

She rowed him weel in hodden brown
the dew fell cold but softly
the aspen grey wa dare not play
the mist held her sae gently.

On the morn she made a bier
wi' birch an' hazel greyly
the dew did fa' wi' many a tear
the dawn found her sae gently.

She laid him low when sma' birds sing
the heidless cross stands lonely
she joined the heather wi' the green
the ninestane burn rins darkly.

Red is the rose that blooms sae braw
where yorlins sing sae clearly,
grey is the cross that's shorn in twa',
where yince we loo'ed sae dearly.

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