Song of the summer winds

Up the hill and down the bourn

O'er the meadow swift we fly

Now we sing and now we mourn

Now we whistle now we sigh

By the fringed grassy river

Through the murm'ring reeds we sweep

'Mid the lilly leaves we quiver

To their very hearts we creep

Now the maiden rose is blushing

At the frolic things we say

While, aside her cheek we're rushing

Like some truant Bees at play

Down, down the glen across the mountain

O'er the yellow heath we roam

Whirling round about the foutain

'Til its little breakers foam

Bending down the weeping Willow

While our vesper hymn we sigh

Then, unto our rosy pillows

On our weary wings we hie