Oh rowan tree, oh rowan tree
Thou'lt aye be dear to me
Entwined thou art wi' many ties
O' hame and infancy
Thy leaves were aye the first of spring
Thy flowers the summer's pride
There wasnae sic a bonnie tree
In a' the country side
How fair were thou in summer time
Wi' a' thy clusters white
How rich and gay thy autumn dress,
Wi' berries red and bright!
On thy fair stem were mony names
Which now nae mair I see
But they're engraven on my heart,
Forget they ne'er can be
Great shot and pleased you put the poem in as well... They have caught my attention when I have been down the South Island in the Autumn not known around here as not cold enough ...
@gijsje I had to google this and check ... it's actually a song written by Scottish Songwriter Carolina Oliphant, Lady Nairne (1766 – 1845). John McDermott sang it.
Thanks, Issi.