Down In the Glen

At the stroke of eventide
Over 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 lovely 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 their peace worth more than gold
For a 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."