Letra de 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. 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 vallies 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. 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.