Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Ettrick Forest In November, artist - Cnoc An Tursa.
Date of issue: 21.09.2014
Song language: English
Ettrick Forest In November |
November’s sky is chill and drear, |
November’s leaf is red and sear: |
Late, gazing down the steepy linn, |
That hems our little garden in, |
Low in its dark and narrow glen |
You scarce the rivulet might ken, |
So thick the tangled greenwood grew, |
So feeble trill’d the streamlet through: |
Now, murmuring hoarse, and frequent seen |
Through bush and brier, no longer green, |
An angry brook, it sweeps the glade, |
Brawls over rock and wild cascade, |
And, foaming brown with doubled speed, |
Hurries its waters to the Tweed. |
No longer Autumn’s glowing red |
Upon our Forest hills is shed; |
No more beneath the evening beam |
Fair Tweed reflects their purple gleam; |
Away hath pass’d the heather-bell |
That bloom’d so rich on Needpathfell; |
Sallow his brow; |
and russet bare |
Are now the sister-heights of Yair. |
The sheep, before the pinching heaven, |
To shelter’d dale and down are driven, |
Where yet some faded herbage pines, |
And yet a watery sunbeam shines: |
In meek despondency they eye |
The wither’d sward and wintry sky, |
And far beneath their summer hill, |
Stray sadly by Glenkinnon’s rill: |
The shepherd shifts his mantle’s fold, |
And wraps him closer from the cold; |
His dogs no merry circles wheel, |
But shivering follow at his heel; |
A cowering glance they often cast, |
As deeper moans the gathering blast. |