In the field at play, all day, last Summer,
Far and away I heard
The sweet-sweet tweet-tweet of a new-comer,
A strange new-comer.
The dearest, clearest call of a bird,
It lived down there,
In the deep green hollows,
That home where the fairies say:
"The word of a bird is a thing to follow".
So I was away,
I was away
A night and a day.
Black and chill is the moon on the world;
You shall grow up, but never grow old.
Dark and chill is the sun on the world,
I will always, always be told.
Now listen:
Sometimes I wouldn't speak, uou see,
Or answer when they spoke to me,
Because in the long-long, still-still
Twilight of every Spring
You can sense the whole world whispering,
Humming and hammering at your ear
Everything there is to hear.
So I went away,
I was away
A night and a day.
Axte Incal,
Axtuce mun.
