By the clear and the winding streams

In the Valley of Strathmore,

Where my love and I have been,

Where we'll wander nevermore.



CHORUS

But if time was a thing Man could buy,

All the money that I have in store,

I would give for one day by her side,

In the Valley of Strathmore.



From the glen of the golden and green

I left for a land far away

Where sadness has never been seen

And joy only costs a day's pay.



In Strathmore there's a long working day

For a man wi' his hands on the ploo

But it's work I'd be happy tae dae,

If at night I were lyin' wi' you.



As I take a long draught from my glass

Oh I'm drinking alone here again

And I try no' to think o' my lass

For the old days will ne'er come again