Evan Banks Percy Grainger

Slow spreads the gloom my soul desires
The sun from India's shore retires:
To Evan banks with temp'rate ray
Home of my youth, he leads the day

Oh banks to me for ever dear!
Oh stream, whose murmurs still I hear!
All, all my hopes of bliss reside
Where Evan mingles with the Clyde

And she, in simple beauty drest
Whose image lives within my breast;
Who trembling heard my parting sigh
And long pursued me with her eye;

Does she, with heart unchang`d as mine
Oft in the vocal bowers recline?
Or, where yon grot o'erhangs the tide
Muse while the Evan seeks the Clyde?

Ye lofty banks that Evan bound!
Ye lavish woods that wave around
And o'er the stream your shadows throw
Which sweetly winds so far below;

What secret charm to mem'ry brings
All that on Evan's border springs!
Sweet banks! Ye bloom by Mary's side:
Blest stream! She views thee haste to Clyde