Ent:
When Spring unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap is in the
bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and wind is on
the brow;
When stride is long, and breath is deep, and keen the
mountain-air,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is
fair!
Entwife:
When Spring is come to garth and field, and corn is in
the blade;
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard
ladi;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with fragrance fill
the air,
I'll linger here, and will not come, because my land is
fair.
Ent:
When Summer lies upon the world, and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees
unfold;
When woodland halls arae green and cool, and wind is in
the West,
Come back to me! Come back to me, and say my land is
best!
Entwife:
When Summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry
When Straw is gold, and ear is white, and harvest
comest ot town;
When honey spills, and apple swells, though wind be in
the West,
I'll linger here beneath the Sun, because my land is
best!
Ent:
When Winter comes, the winter wild that hill and wood
shall slay;
When trees shall fall and starless night devour the
sunless day;
When wind is in the deadly East, then in the bitter
rain
I'll look for thee, and call to thee; I'll come to thee
again!
Entwife:
When Winter comes, and singing ends; when darkness
falls at last;
When broken is the barren bough, and light and labour
past;
I'll look for thee, and wait for thee, until we meet
again:
Together we will take the road beneath the bitter rain!
Both:
Together we will take the road that leads into the
West,
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may
rest.
