Down In The Glen by Deep River Boys
Twilight is softly falling
as the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling,
"Shepherd, come home to rest."
At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my heaven,
Down in the Glen
Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little heaven,
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