On the hill

The lights and shadows fly.

Yonder it brightens and darkens

down on the plain

A jewel, a jewel dear to lovers eye.

Oh is it the brook, or a pool,

or her window pane,

When the winds are up in the morning?

Clouds that are rising above,

O winds and lights and shadows

that cannot be still,

All running on one way to

the home of my love,

All running on,

And I stand in the slope of the hill

And the winds are up in the morning!

Follow, I follow the chase.

And my thoughts are as quick, are as quick running on, running on.

O Lights, are you flying over her sweet little face?

And my heart is there before you are come and gone,

When the winds are up in the morning.

Follow them down the slope,

And I follow them down to the window pane of my dear.

Oh it brightens and darkens and brightens like my hope,

It darkens and brightens and darkens like my fear,

When the winds are up in the morning!