When the south of summer
Sings through the trees
And the high mountain thunder
Hangs low in the breeze
A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills
And the south wind of summer caresses the hills
There is no returning, the seasons don't end
They just blow through the branches
And bend with the wind
When the south wind of summer sings to the pines
And the faraway cities seems so close behind
A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills
And the south wind of summer
Blows where it wills
There is no returning, the seasons don't end
They just blow through the branches
And bend with the wind