Now the summer came to pass And flowers through the grass Joyously sprang, While all the tribes of birds sang.


Dream Song, st. 1


Now the summer came to pass And flowers through the grass Joyously sprang, While all the tribes of birds sang.

Now the summer came to pass And flowers through the grass Joyously sprang, While all the tribes of birds sang.

Now the summer came to pass And flowers through the grass Joyously sprang, While all the tribes of birds sang.

Now the summer came to pass And flowers through the grass Joyously sprang, While all the tribes of birds sang.