The Quiet

Ayont the Caller Fountain Whan gowks were in the schaw, We gether'd the wild roses That were sae white and sma'; And kent they süne wud fa'. We gether'd the wild roses, And heard on yon hillside The burn rin to the water That was baith deep and wide, And taen it to the tide. Whaur are the merry faces; The herts that aince were dear? Listen! there is a quiet Steady ablow a' steer: The sang we didna hear. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Beyond the fresh fountain When cuckoos were in the wood We gathered the wild roses That were so white and small And we knew they soon would fall. We gathered the wild roses And heard upon that hillside The stream run with the water That was both deep and wide And carry it to the tide. Where are the merry faces; The hearts that once were dear? Listen! There is a quiet, Steady below the commotion, Is the song we did not hear.