The Banks Of Loch Linne
In the mist in the morning
By the banks of Loch Linne
I will wait, I will wait
For my true love, my own.
Will she come with the morning
To the banks of Loch Linne?
Will my love, will my love
Will my love take me home?
And I wait through the morning
And I wait through the day
And when night settles o’er me
I kneel and I pray
That one day, one sweet morning
By the banks of Loch Linne
She will rise from these shadows
And she’ll take me away.
And I wait through the winter
And the cold rains of spring
And I pray—as if praying
Could do anything—
That one day, one sweet morning
By the banks of Loch Linne
She will rise from these waters
And she’ll take me away
From the banks of Loch Linne
She will take me away.
