Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes,
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise;
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Thou stockdove whose echo resounds through the glen,
Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear,
I charge you disturb not my slumbering Fair.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below,
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow;
There oft, as mild Ev'ning weeps 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,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
The lyrics to "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton" are a beautiful tribute to the natural beauty of the Afton River and the peaceful, idyllic life of the speaker and their beloved Mary. The song describes the gentle flow of the river and the lush, green landscape surrounding it, as well as the various birds and flowers that can be found there.
The speaker implores the river and its inhabitants not to disturb the sleep of Mary, who is described as being at rest by the river's murmuring stream. The song speaks to the peaceful, harmonious nature of the speaker's relationship with Mary and their surroundings, and the sense of contentment and happiness that it brings them.
The lyrics also touch on the sensory experiences of being by the river, with references to the sounds of the stockdove and the blackbirds, the scent of the primroses and the birch trees, and the feeling of the river's cool, crystal-clear waters on Mary's feet as she gathers flowers.
Overall, "Flow Gently, Sweet Afton" is a beautiful and evocative tribute to the natural beauty of the Afton River and the simple pleasures of life with a loved one. Its peaceful, idyllic imagery and soothing melody make it a timeless and enduring classic.
Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
There daily I wander, as morn rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. If you feel moved to support our work today with a gift of any amount and a word of encouragement, we would be grateful. Burns Robert Miscellaneous Flow Gently Sweet Afton FLOW GENTLY SWEET AFTON Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream Thou stock dove whose echo resound through the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises high My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye How pleasant thy banks and sweet valleys below Where wild are the woodlands, the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening weeps 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 the waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flowers, 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 Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream love river Robert Burns. Thank you to all who use Hymnary. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow! Flow Gently Sweet Afton : To Barbara McPherson Flow gently sweet Afton among the green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise My Marys' asleep by the murmuring stream Flow gently sweet Afton disturb not her dream Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair Thy crystal stream Aftom 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 the murmuring stream Flow gently sweet Afton disturb not her dream. His life, from his birth in the parish of Alloway, near Ayr, Jan.
Source: Author: Robert Burns Burns, Robert. You can donate 1 Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes; Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den, Thou green crested lapwing, thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering Fair. Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays: My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. Burns's account of this piece as entered in his Common¬place Book, under the date of "March, 1784," is:— "There was a certain period of my life that my spirit was broken by repeated losses and disaste…. FAVORITE 0 fans Nickel Creek formerly known as The Nickel Creek Band is an American progressive acoustic music trio consisting of Chris Thile mandolin , Sara Watkins fiddle and Sean Watkins guitar. Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays: My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. O Thou great Being! The band was founded in 1989 and released six albums between 1993 and 2006, winning a 2003 Grammy Award for Best Contemporary Folk Album.
This poet's life had little in common with hymnology, although some of his pieces, in common with a few of Byron's, have come into use in Great Britain and America. U2 Miscellaneous Flow Gently Sweet Afton FLOW GENTLY SWEET AFTON Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream Thou stock dove whose echo resound through the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises high My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye How pleasant thy banks and sweet valleys below Where wild are the woodlands, the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening weeps 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 the waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flowers, 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 Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream. Michael's Choir School in Toronto, Ontario in 1971 and 1972. Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill, Ye wild whistling black-birds in yon thorny dell, Thou green-crested lapwing thy screaming forbear, I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair. In 2014, Nickel Creek reunited to release a new album entitled "A Dotted Line," followed by a tour throughout the United States.
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Those in common use are:— 1. There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. Growing up in a musical family, his only formal musical training was at St. Born in Glasgow, Scotland, John moved with his family to Willowdale, Ontario, Canada in 1965. How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave, As, gath'ring sweet flow'rets, she stems thy clear wave! FLOW GENTLY SWEET AFTON Flow gently sweet afton among thy green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song in thy praise My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream Thou stock dove whose echo resound through the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I charge you, disturb not my slumbering fair How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills There daily I wander as noon rises high My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye How pleasant thy banks and sweet valleys below Where wild are the woodlands, the primroses blow There oft, as mild evening weeps 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 the waters her snowy feet lave As gathering sweet flowers, 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 Flow gently sweet afton, disturb not her dream love river Robert Burns.
Thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides, And winds by the cot where my Mary resides; There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. 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 sweets flowerets, she stems thy clear wave. How lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighbouring hills, Far mark'd with the courses of clear winding rills, There daily I wander as noon rises high, My flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye. There oft, as mild evening creeps over the lea, The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me. FAVORITE 1 fan John Charles McDermott born 25 March 1955 is a Scottish-Canadian tenor best known for his rendering of the song "Danny Boy". Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, amang thy green braes, Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream, Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream. How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow; There oft, as mild evening weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. So far in 2022, 11 million people from 200-plus countries around the world have benefitted from the Hymnary website!. Flow gently sweet afton : to barbara mcpherson Flow gently sweet afton among the green braes Flow gently I'll sing thee a song of thy praise My marys' asleep by the murmuring stream Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream Thou stock dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen Ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den Thou greencrested lapwing thy screaming forbear I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair Thy crystal stream aftom 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 the murmuring stream Flow gently sweet afton disturb not her dream. Flow gently, sweet Afton Amang thy green braes Flow gently, I'll sing thee A song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep By thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet Afton Disturb not her dream Thy crystal stream, Afton How lovely it glides And winds by the cot where My Mary resides; There daily I wander As noon rises high 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 Weeps over the lea The sweet-scented birk shades My Mary and me Flow gently, sweet Afton Amang thy green braes Flow gently, I'll sing thee A song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep By thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet Afton Disturb not her dream There oft, as mild evening Weeps over the lea The sweet-scented birk shades My Mary and me Flow gently, sweet Afton Amang thy green braes Flow gently, I'll sing thee A song in thy praise; My Mary's asleep By thy murmuring stream Flow gently, sweet Afton Disturb not her dream. It remains for us only to name his sacred pieces, their origin, and their use.
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below, Where, wild in the woodlands, the primroses blow: There oft, as mild ev'ning weeps over the lea, The sweet-scented birk shades my Mary and me. . . . .
