Robert Burns




Long, Long the Night

Chorus
Long, long the night,
   Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul’s delight
   Is on her bed of sorrow.

I.
Can I cease to care,
   Can I cease to languish,
While my darling fair
   Is on the couch of anguish!

II.
Ev’ry hope is fled
   Ev’ry fear is terror:
Slumber ev’n I dread,
   Ev’ry dream is horror.

III.
Hear me, Powers Divine:
   O, in pity, hear me!
Take aught else of mine,
   But my Chloris spare me!

Chorus
Long, long the night,
   Heavy comes the morrow,
While my soul’s delight
   Is on her bed of sorrow.