 
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, I'll sing thee a song in thy praise
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream 
Thou stock-dove whose echo resounds thro' the glen
Oh, ye wild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den
Thou green-crested lapwing, thy screaming forebear 
Oh, I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair
Oh, how lofty, sweet Afton, thy neighboring hills
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills 
There daily I wander as noon rises high 
Oh, my flocks and my Mary's sweet cot in my eye 
How pleasant thy banks and green valleys below
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow 
There oft as mild Ev'ning weeps over the lea 
The sweet scented birk shades my Mary and me 
Oh, thy crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides 
How wanton thy waters her snowy feet lave 
As gathering sweet flow'rets she stems thy clear wave 
Flow gently, sweet Afton, among thy green braes
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays
My Mary's asleep by thy murmuring stream
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream
 
| 1 | The Hand Song | 
| 2 | The Fox | 
| 3 | Love Of Mine | 
| 4 | The Lighthouse's Tale | 
| 5 | Reasons Why | 
| 6 | Helena | 
| 7 | This Side | 
| 8 | Tomorrow Is A Long Time | 
| 9 | Somebody More Like You | 
| 10 | Young |