A golden voice from the blue Speaking on four winds Calling for sapling to grow For seed and pod to sprout
Those who took upon the wing Returned to raise their brood Their calling echoes through the trees Dispersed across the green
Sylvan awake Sylvan breathe
O radiant heart in the skies How your light plays on the leaves Whispering on summer mornings How it shatters on the ponds and streams Stirred up by the play of the nesting waterfowl
Come enter your spirit Into our orchards and fields And bestow upon us At the tides around Lammas A yield like none ever seen
A raven throned on the mountainside Black lord of a valley in bloom Since the spring in his youth came from southern hills And winter crawled back to the north
The winds that drift up his golden slopes Bear the fragrance of flower and fruit Through the proud infinity of summer skies The wreath of the triumphant sunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
