Flow Gently, Sweet Afton (Nickel Creek, U2)

Слова: Robert Burns
Музыка: Alexander Hume
Time: 3/4

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Flow gent-ly, sweet Af-ton, 
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a-mong thy green braes
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Flow gent-ly, 
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I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
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My Mar-y's a-sleep by thy mur-mur-ing stream
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Flow gent-ly, sweet Af-ton, 
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Dis-turb not her dream

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Thou stock dove whose ech-o 
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Re-sounds from the hill
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Ye mild whis-tling black-birds 
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in yon thorn- y  dell
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Thou green crest-ed lap-wing, 
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thy scream-ing for-bear
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I charge you, 
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dis-turb not my slum-ber-ing fair

Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, 
thy neighboring hills
Far mark'd with the courses 
of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as noon rises high, oooh
My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye

How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea
The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me

Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave
As, gathering sweet flowerets, 
she stems thy clear wave

Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
So flow gently, sweet Afton, 
disturb not her dreams