Where Logan's streams that run so deep Full of glee i herded sheep Herded sheep or gathered slaes With my dear lad on Logan braes Woe's my heart those days are gone Full of grief I herd alone My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes No more on Huntly Kirk will he Between the preachings meet with me Meet with me or when its mirk Convoy me home from Huntly Kirk I may well sing those days are gone From kirk and fair I come alone My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes My dear lad must face his faes Far from me on Logan braes