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.