Lays: 2
Hark! the song
Floats along,
Clearly swelling, softly dying,
Soft as wind in roses sighing.
O'er the plain
Sweeps again
Sudden burst of hope and gladness, —
Trembles then the trill of sadness.
Rock and hill
Give it still,
Bright and clear, the sweet emotion, —
Deep and full, the heart's devotion.
Shadows fall, —
Voices call
Fondly home the truant, straying
Down the brook in eddies playing.
Daylight flies, —
Amber skies,
O'er the shadowy mountain glowing,
Darken; yet the song is flowing.
Floats along,
Clearly swelling, softly dying,
Soft as wind in roses sighing.
O'er the plain
Sweeps again
Sudden burst of hope and gladness, —
Trembles then the trill of sadness.
Rock and hill
Give it still,
Bright and clear, the sweet emotion, —
Deep and full, the heart's devotion.
Shadows fall, —
Voices call
Fondly home the truant, straying
Down the brook in eddies playing.
Daylight flies, —
Amber skies,
O'er the shadowy mountain glowing,
Darken; yet the song is flowing.
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