Gloomy winter’s now awa’ [Italian translation]

Gloomy winter’s now awa’,

Saft the westlan’ breezes blaw,

‘Mang the birks o’ Stanley shaw

The mavis sings fu’ cheery, O;

Sweet the crawflower’s early bell

Decks Gleniffer’s dewy dell,

Blooming like thy bonnie sel’,

My young, my artless deary, O

Come, my lassie, let us stray

O’er Glenkilloch’s sunny brae,

Blithely spend the gowden day

‘Midst joys that never weary, O.

Towering o’er the Newton Woods,

Lav’rocks fan the snaw-white clouds,

Siller saughs, wi’ downy buds,

Adorn the banks sae briery, O;

Round the sylvan fairy nooks,

Feathery breckans fringe the rocks,

‘Neath the brae the burnie jouks,

And ilka thing is cheery, O;

Trees may bud, and birds may sing

Flowers may bloom, and verdure spring,

Joy to me they canna’ bring,

Unless wi’ thee, my dearie, O.

• Artist:The Tannahill Weavers