TESTO DEL LIED

"Dearie"
di Robert Burns (1759-1796)

How long and dreary is the night,
When I am frae my dearie!
I restless lie frae e'en tae morn,
Tho' I were ne'er sae weary!
When I think on the lightsome days
I spent wi' thee, my dearie,
And now what lands between us lie,
How can I be but eerie?
How slow ye move, ye heavy hours,
As ye were wae and weary.
If wasna sae ye glinted by
When I was wi' my dearie!