Somewhere in the distance I can hear
A tune
sweet and wistful a whispered air
In the
arms of a soft breeze 'cross these desolate
downs
As evening approaches when summer is
young
And next comes the silence in
the wake of the day
Then emptiness follows
in darkness conveyed
On the wings of a soft
breeze to these desolate downs
As the night
settles in when summer is young
But
life itself will reawake to the footsteps of the
dawn
The breeze now bears its silver
rays
The earth lets up a yawn
Receive
that breeze with all your soul and maybe you will
hear
A wistful summer air
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