Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro

With a long low swing and a sweet low croon

loving words of a mother's rune

Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who is it swinging you to and fro.



I am thinking it is an Angel fair

The Angel that looks on the gulf from the lowest stair.

And swings the green world upward by its leagues of sunshine hair

Lennavanmo Lennavanmo who swingeth you and the Angel to and fro.



It is he whose faintest thought is a world afar

It is He whose wish is a seven-mooned leaping star

It is He Lennavanmo to whom you and I and all things flow

Lennavanmo Lennavanmo

It is only a little wee lass that you are

Eilidh mo chree

But as This wee blossom has roots in the depths of the sky,

So you are one with the Lord of Eternity

Bonny wee lass that you are, my morning star,

Elidh mo chree, Lennavanmo Lennavanmo.