- English Folk Song
- Sheet Music 3 page download
- Arranged by Deanne Ohman
- For Medium Voice
- MP3 Piano accompaniment available here

Range of Song
Lyrics
1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, how sweet are your ways,
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
The stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill,
The mild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
The green-crested lapwing, your screaming forebear
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair
2. How lofty, sweet Afton, the neighboring hills,
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as morn rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye
How pleasant the banks and green valleys below.
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow.
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
The sweet scented birch shades my Mary and me.
3. The crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
How wanton the waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowers, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, how sweet are your ways,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays.
My Mary’s asleep by the murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.
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Flow Gently, Sweet Afton
Folk Song in English
Description
- English Folk Song
- Sheet Music 3 page download
- Arranged by Deanne Ohman
- For Medium Voice
- MP3 Piano accompaniment available here

Range of Song
Lyrics
1. Flow gently, sweet Afton, how sweet are your ways,
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
The stock-dove whose echo resounds from the hill,
The mild whistling blackbirds in yon thorny den,
The green-crested lapwing, your screaming forebear
I charge you disturb not my slumbering fair
2. How lofty, sweet Afton, the neighboring hills,
Far marked with the courses of clear winding rills
There daily I wander as morn rises high,
My flocks and my Mary’s sweet cot in my eye
How pleasant the banks and green valleys below.
Where wild in the woodlands the primroses blow.
There oft, as mild evening sweeps over the lea,
The sweet scented birch shades my Mary and me.
3. The crystal stream, Afton, how lovely it glides,
And winds by the cot where my Mary resides.
How wanton the waters her snowy feet lave,
As gathering sweet flowers, she stems thy clear wave.
Flow gently, sweet Afton, how sweet are your ways,
Flow gently, sweet river, the theme of my lays.
My Mary’s asleep by the murmuring stream,
Flow gently, sweet Afton, disturb not her dream.






