Its rising sap is my own blood. A thrill of freedom just revealed Sweeps like a wind across the field. With swallows darts across the field That thrill of freedom now revealed. When to that freedom thrill it yields. Many a hundred miles I'll go To see your stirring skies.
Grim ruins take their place.
And moles dig up the yards. But it shall not last long. I'll come to you one day at dawn To soothe you with my song. Buds will burst in glee. Wait for me, as long ago, By the apple-tree.