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Spring unfolds the breechen leaf and sap is on the bough.
light is on the wild wood stream and wind is on the brow.
When stride is long and breath is deep and keen the mountain
Come back to me, come back to me, and say my land is fair.
Spring is come to garth and field and corn is in the blade
When blossom like a shining snow is on the orchard laid
When shower and sun upon the earth with fragrance fill the air
I値l linger here and will not come because my land is fair.
summer lies upon the world and in a noon of gold
Beneath the roof of sleeping leaves the dreams of trees unfold
When woodland halls are green and cool and wind is in the West
Come back to me, come back to me and say my land is best.
summer warms the hanging fruit and burns the berry brown
When straw is gold and ear is white and harvest comes to town
When honey spills and apple swills though wind is in the West
I値l linger here beneath the Sun because my land is best.
winter comes, the winter wild, that hill and wood shall slay
When trees shall fall and starless nights devour the sunless
When wind is in the deadly east, then in the bitter rain
I値l look for thee and call to thee; I値l come to thee
winter comes and singing ends, when darkness falls at last.
When broken is the barren bough and light and labor past
I値l look for thee and wait for thee until we meet again
Together we will take the road the beneath the bitter rain.
we will take the road that leads to the West
And far away will find a land where both our hearts may rest.
Copyright J.R.R. Tolkien