ENT. When Sping unfolds the beechen leaf, and sap
is in the bough;
When light is on the wild-wood stream, and
wind is on th 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 laid;
When shower and Sun upon the Earth with
fragrance fill the air,
I'll linger here, and will not come, because my
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 are 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 brown;
When straw is gold, and ear is white, and
harvest comes to 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!