When the South Wind of Summer sings thru the trees

And the high mountain Thunder hangs low in the breeze

A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills

And the South Wind of Summer caresses the hills



There is no returning, the seasons dont end

They just blow thru the branches and bend with the Wind



When the South Wind of Summer sings to the pines

And the faraway cities seem so close behind

A strong heart flows over, an empty heart fills

And the South Wind of Summer blows where it wills



There is no returning, the seasons dont end

They just blow thru the branches and bend with the Wind