Matthias

Over the verdant hills and beyond Across the stretch of a chilly night Her song comes floating when A shining meteor takes downward flight

Across the fields when silence reigns And a lamp is lit in a little cottage Her song can be heard at a distance As mist gathers slowly in a blurred haze Through the foliage, thick and green That stands like curtain dark and thick She weeps remembering her love Reclining against a tree, cold and seek I sang. My voice projective and clear