Out of the South Blew a Wind

Out of the South blew a soft sweet wind; Ooh….

And on its breath was a song

Of fields and flow'rs and leafy bow'rs

And bees that hum all day long.

Out from the South blew a soft low wind; Ooh….

On its wings was the joy of a dream

And it hovered so near

I was sure I could hear

The call of the woodland stream.

Out of the South blew a soft sweet wind

And on its breath was a song.