Through woods and glades I often tread, Where singing birds take rest, And humble flowers, bloom in red, To scent the evening’s zest.

The brook, it dances on the stone, With waters pure and bright; It sings a song, for love alone, When day gives way to night.

So come, my love, and walk with me, Through fragrant paths untried; As nature’s beauty sets us free, Our hearts shall be the guide.

• Robert Burns