[00:00.000] 作词 : Seumas MacManus[00:10.570]Softly now the burn is rushing[00:14.284]Every lark its song is hushing[00:18.019]On the moor thick rest is falling[00:22.021]Just one heather-blade is calling[00:25.730]Calling, calling, lonely, lonely[00:29.450]For my darling, for my only[00:33.439][00:36.377]Trotting home, my dearie, dearie[00:40.098]Wee black lamb comes, wearie, wearie[00:43.813]Here its soft feet pit-a-patting[00:47.555]Quickly o'er the flowery matting[00:51.534]See its brown-black eyes a-blinking[00:55.274]Of its bed it's surely thinking[00:59.286][01:27.749]The hens to roost wee Nora's shooing[01:31.472]Brindley in the byre is mooing[01:35.459]The tired-out cricket's quit its calling[01:39.166]Velvet sleep on all is falling[01:42.883]Lark and cow, and sheep and starling[01:46.881]Feel it kiss our white-haired darling[01:50.593][01:58.595]Lark and cow, and sheep and starling[02:03.911]Calling, calling, lonely, lonely[02:09.778]rest is falling, song is hushing[02:15.362]rest is falling, song is hushing[02:21.209]rest is falling