Now, now as the sun climbs the hills, Softly she skips on the sand, Daughter of the breeze Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her, Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her, Then she is here, mine, always around me
Now, now as the sun climbs the hills, Softly she skips on the sand, Daughter of the breeze Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her, Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her, Then she is here, mine, always around me