Non Semper Imbres

 

by James Logie Robertson

set to music by Sue Casson

I do not want to be a boring ‘proud father’, but I think that I am entitled to be glad that I have done something positive  as well as negative in regard to tyranny, which so many of my generation in the twentieth century have accepted without a murmur.

 

 

Solo:

It's no aye rainin' on the misty Achils,

It's no aye white wi' winter on Nigour;

The winds are no' sae mony sorrowin' Rachels,

That grieve, and o' their grief will no' gie owre.

 

Choir:

Non Semper Imbres

 

Memory is a highly selective instrument. Looking back, the years of manhood present themselves in a kind of opaque mist in which certain events stand out clearly, in much the same manner that the sun picks out individual landmarks on a fitful summer day.

 

Choir:

Dark are Benarty slopes, an’ the steep Lomon’

   Flings a lang shadow on the watter plain;

But fair Lochleven’s no for ever gloomin’,

   An’ Devon’s no’ aye dark wi’ Lammas rain.

 

The birks tho’ bare, an’ the sune-naked ashes,

   Not always widow’d of their leaves appear ;

The oaks cry oot beneath November’s lashes,

   But not for all the months that mak’ the year.

 

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

 

 

To the imagination of my boyhood the countryside … had a magic of its own. I shall never forget the joy of walking over the heather, finding a place to bathe and later pulling a heavy boat in half a gale on Loch Shin and watching its length fade into the hills or further west seeing the mass of Ben Mohr Assynt climb into the clouds.

 

Choir:

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

Non Semper Imbres

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