Letra de Loch Lomond - Judy Collins
Letra de canci�n de Loch Lomond de Judy Collins lyrics
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes,
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where we two have passed so many blithesome days,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
I mind where we parted on yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond.
Where in purple hue, the Heiland hills we view,
And the moon shinin' out from the gloamin'.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
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And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee bird may sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
The broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
And the world does not know how we're grievin'.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where we two have passed so many blithesome days,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
I mind where we parted on yon shady glen,
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond.
Where in purple hue, the Heiland hills we view,
And the moon shinin' out from the gloamin'.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
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And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.
The wee bird may sing and the wild flowers spring,
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping:
The broken heart will ken nae second spring again,
And the world does not know how we're grievin'.
O ye'll take the high road and I'll take the low road,
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye.
But me and my true love will never meet again,
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond.