Traditional Scottish Folk
I’ll Bid My Heart Be Still
[Verse 1]
I'll bid my heart be still
And check each struggling sigh
For there's none e'er shall know
My soul's cherished woe
When the first tears of sorrow are dry
[Verse 2]
They bid me cease to weep
For glory gilds his name
But 'tis therefore I mourn
He never can return
To enjoy the bright noon of his fame
[Verse 3]
While minstrels wake the lay
For peace and freedom won
Like my lost lover's knell
The tone seemed to swell
And I hear but his dirge alone
[Verse 4]
My cheek has lost its hue
My eye grows faint and dim
But far sweeter to fade
In grief's gloomy shade
Than to bloom for another than him
[Verse 5]
I'll bid my heart be still
And check each struggling sigh
For there's none e'er shall know
My soul's cherished woe
When the first tears of sorrow are dry