The Voice of the Wind
From the meadows of night, O Wind, from the meadows of night,
Where thou hast been sleeping, come forth and take flight.
Carry my words to the west, to the west,
Where the sunlight is fading, and day is oppressed.
O Wind of the evening, O voice of the night,
Wilt thou not leave me and take my soul's flight?
For I am weary of waiting, and weary of pain,
And I long for the shadows, and long for the rain.
From the meadows of night, O Wind, from the meadows of night,
Where thou hast been sleeping, come forth and take flight.
Carry my words to the west, to the west,
Where the sunlight is fading, and day is oppressed.
O Wind of the evening, O voice of the night,
Wilt thou not leave me and take my soul's flight?
For I am weary of waiting, and weary of pain,
And I long for the shadows, and long for the rain.