---

When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold,

When woodland halls are green and cool, and wind in the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is best!

When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the sunless day;

When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter rain
I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee again!

---

Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.