In the field at play, all day, last summer,
far and away I heard
the sweet sweet tweet-tweet of a newcomer,
a strange newcomer,
the dearest, clearest call of a bird.
It lived down there,
in the deep green hollows,
that home where the fairies say,
The word of a bird is a thing to follow.
So I was away,
I was a way a night and a day.
Dark and chill was the moon on the world,
you shall grow up but never grow old.
Dark and chill was the sun on the world,
I will always, always be told.
Now listen:
sometimes I wouldn't speak, you see,
or answer when they spoke to me.
Because in the long, long, still, still
twilight of every spring,
you can sense the whole world whispering,
humming and hammering at your ear.
So I went away,
I was away a night and a day.
Axtuce mun
Axte incal
Axtuce mun
Axte incal
Incal