My green hills
of splendor
And valleys between,
The likes of the Girvan
I never have seen.
For she wanders freely
With beauty so bold
And with her my memories
From my days of old.
Those green hills of splendor
I surely can see
The magic of Girvan
In search of the sea.
She flows from the Tairlaw
With Ayrshire her space;
She haunts every valley
With grandeur and grace.
My green hills of splendor
Come join with me,
We'll sing her a song
From over the sea.
A song of such gladness
That beckons me there;
To the river of beauty
The Girvan so fair. |