my bonie bell
the smiling spring comes in rejoicing,
and surly winter grimly flies;
now crystal clear are the falling waters,
and bonie blue are the sunny skies.
fresh o'er the mountains breaks forth the morning,
the ev'ning gilds the ocean's swell;
all creatures joy in the sun's returning,
and i rejoice in my bonie bell.
the flowery spring leads sunny summer,
the yellow autumn presses near;
then in his turn comes gloomy winter,
till smiling spring again appear:
thus seasons dancing, life advancing,
old time and nature their changes tell;
but never ranging, still unchanging,
i adore my bonie bell.