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Robert Wilson

At hush of even-tide,
O'er the hills beyond the Clyde,
I go roaming to my cabin,
Down in the Glen

Though humble it may be,
There an angel waits for me,
In that lonely little cabin,
Down in the glen.

Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".

The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.

Twilight is softly falling
As the sun sinks in the West,
The one I love is calling,
"Shepherd, come home to rest."

Interlude

Across the moonlit heather,
My lassie calls as I roam,
And soon we'll be together
In that heaven we call "home".

The sheep are in the fold,
And there's peace worth more than gold,
For that shepherd in that cabin,
Down in the glen.