TESTO DEL LIED

"Oh were my love yon lilac fair"
di Robert Burns (1759-1796)

O gin my love were yon red rose,
That grows up on the castle wa',
And I, mysel', a drap o' dew
Into her bonnie breast to fa'!
Oh were my love yon lilac fair,
Wi' purple blossoms to the spring,
And I, a bird to shelter there,
When wearied on my little wing.
How I wad mourn when it was torn
By autumn wild, and winter rude,
But I wad sing on wanton wing,
When youthfu' May its bloom renewed.