Breath Of Life

Breath of life
On those who are sleeping.
And here rain of gold
And here rain of silver
To my ear.
Wind and wood
Is all it is.

Up above me the perfect sky
And a smile of sun.
Now I cry
For wind and joy.

This not the land of knights
The land of poets this is.
Beauty, oh beauty,
Surrounds all of you,
My chosen homeland.

And the dead afar,
The dead afar,
They too rejoice
In the perfect of days.