David of the White Rock by Harry Evans — Lyrics

Carry, said David, my harp to me I would like, before dying, to give a tune on her Lift my hands to reach the strings God bless you, my widow and children! Last night I heard an angel’s voice like this: “David, come home and play through the glen!” Harp of my youth, farewell to your strings! God bless you, my widow and children!