Capercaillie - The Bens Of Jura lyrics

If deceiving me, o love, thou wert;

If deceiving me despite thy vow;

Yet chant thy praise I ever will,

Tho' deceiving me, o love, thou wert.

O King! I am the sorrowful one,

And the love of the Earl a-hurting me;

The tears are ever running from mine eyes,

And my heart is bruised with the sting of thy love.

Last night I was with thee in my dream,

Across in Jura of the cold bens;

Thy kisses were like the green water-cresses

- Fled the dream - remained the pain.

Come, o love, and close my eyes

In the narrow kirst where I shall never awake;

Lay me down under earth from Jura -

In the grave alone is there rest for me.