The Morning Reading: "the world does not know how we're greeting"

The bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

You take the high road and I'll take the low road
I'll be in Scotland before you
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

Mind where we parted in yon shady glen
On the steep, steep side of Ben Lomond
Where in deep purple hues
The Highland hills we viewed
And the moon coming out in the gloaming

You take the high road and I'll take the low road

I'll be in Scotland before you
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

The wee birdies sing and the wild flowers spring
And the sunshine and the waters are sleeping
The broken heart it kens, no second Spring again
And the world does not know how we're greeting

You take the high road and I'll take the low road

I'll be in Scotland before you
But me and my true love will never meet again
On the bonnie, bonnie banks of Loch Lomond

(There are many versions of this song, these are but two. )

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