Westron Wynde / Westlin Winds Westron Wynde lyrics anonymous, 9th century Westlin Winds by Robert Burns (1759 - 1796) Music by Susan McKeown O westron wynde when wyll tho blow the smalle rayne downe can rayne Cryst yf my love wer in my armys and I yn my bed agayne Now westlin winds and slaughtering guns bring Autumn's pleasent weather the moorcock springs on whirring wings amon the blooming heather now waving grain, wild o'er the plain delights the weary farmer the moon shines bright as I rove at night to muse upon my charmer The partridge loves the fruitful fells the plover loves the mountains the woodcock haunts the lonely dells the soaring hern the fountains through lofty groves the cushat roves the path of man to shun it the hazel bush o'erhangs the thrush the spreading thorn the linnet Thus every kind their pleasure find the savage and the tender some social join and some leagues combine some solitary wander avaunt, away! the cruel sway tyrannic man's dominion the sportman's joy, the murdering cry the fluttering gory pinion But Peggy dear, the evening's here swift flies the skimming swallow the sky is blue, the field's in view all fading - green and yellow come let us stray our gladsome way and view the charms of nature the rustling corn, the fruited thorn and every happy creature We'll gently walk and sweetly talk till the silent moon shine clearly I'll grasp thy waist and, fondly prest swear how I love thee dearly not vernal showers to budding flowers not autumn to the farmer so dear can be as thou to me my fair, my lovely charmer