The Zephyr
Oh gentle wind, Tell me so.
From how far, How you have come to know.
Of the sun and the moon, And the chirpings.
The lily on ponds, Towing hopes from beyond.
Stay if you may, And be the breeze.
Of high hopes, And gentle dreams.
Oh gentle wind, Tell me so.
From how far, How you have come to know.
Of the sun and the moon, And the chirpings.
The lily on ponds, Towing hopes from beyond.
Stay if you may, And be the breeze.
Of high hopes, And gentle dreams.