The summer breeze kisses him lightly
Telling him the story of her long travel
Through the deep valley and mountain high
Of the kings and the great beauties
Of the wise-men and the wasted
He replies, I have a happy home to hung to
A little one to tug at me and wipe his nose
And then their is you to put some life in me
I would be like you one day
And my soul would fly
I would be free while they weep
And would run past the horizon of sight
Till then keep bringing me news my friend
I would be like you one day
And my soul would fly
I would be free while they weep
And would run past the horizon of sight
Till then keep bringing me news my friend