And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
And like a passing thought, she fled In light away.
Your thought, if Love must harbour there,
Conceal it in that thought;
Nor cause me from my bosom tear
The very friend I sought.
By night, by day, a-field, at hame,
The thoughts o' thee my breast inflame:
And aye I muse and sing thy name-
I only live to love thee.
Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And never brought to mind Should auld acquaintance be forgot, And days o' lang syne.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories