To Whom wispers the raindrops
When they fall down
From trees
Their dark hask and leaves.
Breathing their secrets to the rain
To whom humss the hays of Dewmeddow
Running from dusk
To dawn and it pools
From the misty vail of the bride
To Obscure the sun
The Tide of the seas rise without you
Calling night, dansing creek, burning Snow, hiding wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes.
Crying night, sleeping creek Whooshing sno, laughing wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes
To whom reshape the clouds
On empty mountains' crowns
Its shadowly towns
Wearing their tales
Fear of the light
Winds of the heaven pass without You
Calling night, dansing creek, burning Snow, hiding wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes
Crying night, sleeping creek Whooshing sno, laughing wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes
Calling night, dansing creek, burning Snow, hiding wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes
Crying night, sleeping creek Whooshing sno, laughing wind
Morning drains dry and nourishes
Winds of the heaven pass without You