| Now, now as the sun climbs the hills,
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| Softly she skips on the sand,
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| Daughter of the breeze
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| Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her,
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| Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her,
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| Then she is here, mine, always around me —
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| Mine till the morning mist comes.
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| Now, now that the evening must fall,
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| Weary, she sits by the river,
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| Kind winds toss her hair,
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| Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her,
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| Dim, through the panes of the tears, I see her.
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| Then she is here, mine, always around me.
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| Her warm touch, glad to have found me.
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| Day-long — walking my kingdom,
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| Her soft smile speaking of freedom.
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| Now, now that the evening has gone,
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| Deep in a slumber she lies,
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| Golden hair to touch,
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| Free, like the swifts of the sky, I see her.
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| Dim, through the panes of my tears, I see her,
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| Then she’s no more than just an illusion,
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| Mine till the morning mist comes. |