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The Winter Of Life

TUNE: East Indian Air

 

Burns Original

Standard English Translation

1.
But lately seen in gladsome green,
The woods rejoiced the day;
Thro' gentle showers the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay;
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts awa,
Yet maiden May in rich array
Again shall bring them a'.
2.
But my white pow - nae kindly thowe
Shall melt the snaws of Age!
My trunk of eild, but buss and bield,
Sinks in Time's wintry rage.
O, Age has weary days
And nights o' sleepless pain!
Thou golden time o' youthful prime,
Why comes thou not again?


But lately seen in beautiful green,
The woods rejoiced the day;
Through gentle showers the laughing flowers
In double pride were gay;
But now our joys are fled
On winter blasts away,
Yet maiden May in rich array
Again shall bring them all.

But my white head - no kindly thaw
Shall melt the snows of Age!
My trunk of old age, without bush and shelter,
Sinks in Time's wintry rage.
O, Age has weary days
And nights of sleepless pain!
You golden time of youthful prime,
Why comes you not again?

 

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