KIRSTEEN/CHRISTINN
(Gordon Bok)
Who will walk with thee, Kirsteen
By the shining sea, Kirsteen
O'er the fragrant lea
Who'll be by thy side, Kirsteen
At the high spring-tide, Kirsteen
Walking with his bride
And when thou grow frail, Kirsteen
Winds do bring the veil, Kirsteen
Who longs with thee to sail
Soft be thy pathway and light be thy stepping
Sweet be the song on thy lips, Christinn
Lone on the hillside, thy lover is lying
And pale is the hue of his cheek, Christinn
The bird in the woodland the trout in the river
The deer on the hillside are fair, Christinn
But he who was fairer lies low in the bracken
He's emptied his heart of his cares, Christinn
Bright blow the flowers by clear, winding cutty
Like bonnie white clouds in the blue, Christinn
But their glory at noontide is darkened with mourning
For joys that can never return, Christinn
sung by Gordon Bok
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