A golden voice from the blue
Speaking on four winds
Calling for sapling to grow
For seed and pod to sprout
Those who took upon the wing
Returned to raise their brood
Their calling echoes through the trees
Dispersed across the green
Sylvan awake
Sylvan breathe
O radiant heart in the skies
How your light plays on the leaves
Whispering on summer mornings
How it shatters on the ponds and streams
Stirred up by the play of the nesting waterfowl
Come enter your spirit
Into our orchards and fields
And bestow upon us
At the tides around Lammas
A yield like none ever seen
A raven throned on the mountainside
Black lord of a valley in bloom
Since the spring in his youth came from southern hills
And winter crawled back to the north
The winds that drift up his golden slopes
Bear the fragrance of flower and fruit
Through the proud infinity of summer skies
The wreath of the triumphant sun
