Icy wind of night be gone, this is not your domain
In the sky a bird was heard to cry
Misty morning whisperings and gentle stirring sounds
Belide a deathly silence that lay all around
Hear the lark and harken
To the barking of the dog-fox
Gone to ground
See the splashing of the kingfisher
Flashing to the water
And a river of green is sliding unseen beneath the trees
Laughin as it passes through the endless summer
Making for the sea
In the lazy water meadow I lay me down
All around me golden sunflakes settle on the ground
Basking in the sunshine of a by-gone afternoon
Bringing sounds of yesterday into this city room |