Peter Hollens, David Archuleta - Loch Lomond (feat. David Archuleta) lyrics
[Peter Hollens, David Archuleta - Loch Lomond feat. David Archuleta lyrics]
By yon bonnie banks and by yon bonnie braes
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
(You take the high road and
I'll meet you there)
'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond
Where in soft purple hue
The highland hills we view
And the moon coming out in the gloaming
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
The wee birdies sing and
The wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second spring again
Though the woeful may cease
From their grieving
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
Where the sun shines bright on Loch Lomond
Where me and my true love
Will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
(You take the high road and
I'll meet you there)
'Twas there that we parted, in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side o' Ben Lomond
Where in soft purple hue
The highland hills we view
And the moon coming out in the gloaming
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond
The wee birdies sing and
The wild flowers spring
And in sunshine the waters are sleeping
But the broken heart it kens
Nae second spring again
Though the woeful may cease
From their grieving
O you take the high road
And I'll take the low road
And I'll be in Scotland afore ye
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond