Somewhere in the distance I can hear

A tune sweet and wistful a whispered air

In the arms of a soft breeze 'cross these desolate downs

As evening approaches when summer is young



And next comes the silence in the wake of the day

Then emptiness follows in darkness conveyed

On the wings of a soft breeze to these desolate downs

As the night settles in when summer is young



But life itself will reawake to the footsteps of the dawn

The breeze now bears its silver rays

The earth lets up a yawn

Receive that breeze with all your soul and maybe you will hear

A wistful summer air