For G.

All night under the moon

Plovers are flying

Over the dreaming meadows of silvery light,

Over the meadows of June

Calling and crying,

Wandering voices of love in the hush of the night.

All night under the moon

Love, though we are lying

Quietly under the thatch, in the dreaming light

Over the meadows of June

Together we are flying,

Wandering voices of love in the hush of the night.