Vein o' my heart, can you hear me crying,
Over the salt dividing sea?
Maybe you'll think 'tis the wind that's sighing–
But it comes from the heart o' me,
The heart o' me!

Oh, that happy day, and your face before me!
The blue loch lay like a silver sheet,
A blackbird swayed to its own sweet story,
And a thrush sang in the wheat.

Around us both was the radiant weather,
Over us both a blue, blue sky;
And the singing stream and the purpling heather,
Gave no thought of a sad good-bye.

Your kind eyes smiled, and your hand was near me,
Warm to hold, and strong and true,
And your words so sweet, yet so brave to cheer me,
Swelled my heart with the love of you.

Vein o' my heart, can you hear me crying,
Over the salt dividing sea?
Maybe you'll think 'tis the wind that's sighing–
But it comes from the heart o' me,
The heart o' me!