O, wondrous is the flora
North o' auld Hadrian's wall
Lily, Rose and wildflower
My good eyes have seen them all
But never has there bloomed there
A softer or more fragrant flow'r
Than she of Annandale
Annandale, Annandale
I've roamed afar it's true
Annandale, Annandale
I'm riding home to you
Drenched with sunlit drops o' dew
This single blossom shines light
Into hearts made black by death
A broken man be made new
By turning horse about then
Heading straight for Annandale
For this most glorious view
Annandale, Annandale
I've roamed afar it's true
Annandale, Annandale
I'm riding home to you
When sick o' saddle, weary o' strife
The danger, hot trod, war cry
The ever present pounding hoof
The wicked two-edged knife
When tired are you of this vexing life
Just lift thine eyes to Annandale
She's waiting there for you
Annandale, Annandale
I've roamed afar it's true
Annandale, Annandale
I'm riding home to you
Kelly
Styled after the old Border ballads, this is for inclusion in the novel I'm writing, Reiver Lass.
