O the wind is a faun in the spring-time

When the ways are green for the tread of the May;

List! hark his lay!

Whist! mark his play!

T-r-r-r-l!

Hear how gay!

O the wind is a dove in the summer

When the ways are bright with the wash of the moon;

List! hark him tune!

Whist! mark him swoon!