There's longing in the sea and mountains grey,
There's longing too in silence and in song,
In murm'ring waters on their endless way,
At sunset hours and firelight's flames among;
But fondest in the wind it makes it moan
And saddest in the sedge the wind replies
Awaking echo's echo with it's tone
And mem'ry's mem'ry in the hearts deep sighs.

As when one hearkens to the chanticleer
At hand with eager song at break of day
Evoking answer upon answer clear
From nearby gardens, till from far away
A last lone songster lifts his voice on high,
With distance's sad longing in its cry.