Modern English - Dawn Chorus текст песни

When summer returns to its warm green fields

The sun fading, pastel in the breeze

The swallow swooping, migrating home

The dawning days morning with a sigh

Opening windows with a wounding cry

The rainbows lost its dreams of gold

And everything slows

When summer returns to its warm green fields

The sun fading, pastel in the breeze

The swallow swooping, migrating home

And everything slows

The ______ vacuum draws you in

Strange visions are loose on white ______

A wall of sound with flutes and strings

Rising on a wave of voices

Surrounded by your humble faith

Mornings there to wake us in time

Rain and sky

The world is breathing, living, but turning in its rage

When summer returns to its warm green fields

Everything slows

The sun fading, pastel in the breeze

Everything slows

The swallow swooping, migrating home

Everything slows