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