How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne,
When youth was in its May;
When tears were tears, and love was love,
An' flowers grew all the way;
When hopes were thick as simmer dews,
An' thochts cam' half-divine;
An' a' the nicht wi' dreams was bricht—
How sweet was life langsyne.
How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne,
The sky was blue abune;
The thrush, although nae leaf was seen,
Had simmer in his tune.
He brocht the wast win' as he sang,
The gowans white an' fine;
The heavens cam' nearer to the earth—
How sweet was life langsyne.
How sweet was life langsyne, langsyne,
It had nae thocht o' wrang;
The pulse was fleet, an' led the feet
To realms o' love an' sang.
No shadow had the light that fell,
No fennel had the wine—
The glow of heaven was over all—
How sweet was life langsyne.