I hear a river gushing A rustling in the air I hear the forest rushing Where am I? Tell me where. The nightingales are calling High in the lonely sky As if they're trying to tell me An old tale of days gone by. And in the fitful moonlight Fantastic forms appear A castle's in the valley Although it is miles from here. And look, a magic garden With roses white and red And is that my sweetheart waiting? No, no, she is long since dead.
