A Highland Regiment/Neil's Song

OW the day is growing old And the shadows pace Slower now, and now more cold O'er the water's face. When my heart is ebbing low With the ebbing tide, When the happy visions go, Why should life abide ?

Now with whispers from the sea The little winds go by Moaning, moaning hopelessly That the day should die. When the hours of memory fill All my heart with pain. When my dreams go down the hill Why should life remain ?

Now the world is burning out Mountain, glen and sea. From their barrows all about The dead are calling me. When my hope is flown and dead With my love of you. When the heart of life is fled, Shall not life go too ? 1914