It was the morn
Of summers first breath,
The sun made air and ground warm.

It was the morning
Of summers first breath,
And you could feel her yawning.

The sleepy maiden spread
The perfume of her smile,
Around the green hills,
And the blooming almond-trees.

And all the little creatures -
Flying round, crawling, running,
As though they've heard her calling.

And the days had start to float
Into each other,
As if the night and day were one.

But she did not have her shear of sleep,
So after letting everybody know
That soon her reign returns,
Right back to sleep she went,
To let the winter have his way a little more.