1. The lament of Ian the Proud
2. Thy dark eyes to mine
3. The rose of the night
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What is this crying that I hear in the wind?
Is it the old sorrow and the old grief?
Or is it a new...Read more
1. The lament of Ian the Proud
2. Thy dark eyes to mine 3. The rose of the night ¹ 1 What is this crying that I hear in the wind? Is it the old sorrow and the old grief? Or is it a new thing coming, a whirling leaf About the gray hair of me who am weary and blind? I know not what it is, but on the moor above the shore There is a stone which the purple nets of heather bind, And thereon is writ: She will return no more. O blown, whirling leaf, and the old grief, And wind crying to me who am old and blind! ¹ 2 Thy dark eyes to mine, Eilidh, Lamps of desire! O how my soul leaps Leaps to their fire! Sure, now, if I in heaven, Dreaming in bliss, Heard but a whisper, But the lost echo even Of one such kiss -- All of the Soul of me Would leap afar - If that called me to thee Aye, I would leap afar A falling star! ¹ 3 The dark rose of thy mouth Draw nigher, draw nigher! Thy breath is the wind of the south, A wind of fire, The wind and the rose and darkness, O Rose of my Desire! Õ Close Show records by: listenings count | performer's rating | alphabetical 
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