Valley Where the Leven Flows
There's a valley nestles neatly 'neath the shadow of the hills,
Which to my heart is dear
Its beauty and its splendour with a joy my bosom thrills,
Tho' I be far or near
It is the valley, the lovely valley where the Leven flows-
In sun or shower 'tis beauty's bower when the heather blows,
With joy my heart is always dancing, no other part is so entrancing
As in the valley, the lovely valley where the Leven flows.
If you ask a lonely exile who has left it for a while,
and gone across the foam
To name the spot he loves the best he'll answer with a smile,
"It is my home, sweet Home".
It is the valley etc.