how lang and dreary is the night
how lang and dreary is the night
when i am frae my dearie;
i restless lie frae e'en to morn
though i were ne'er sae weary.
chorus.—for oh, her lanely nights are lang!
and oh, her dreams are eerie;
and oh, her window'd heart is sair,
that's absent frae her dearie!
when i think on the lightsome days