Could it be again that night
That I would lie low in solitary
On the wet dried grass in the countryside
For the little creature to do it again.
Thanks to the oaken roof
Nightingale's stage was set
In the dewy, calmest night
Iistened with all my soul
To the beautiful songs of the century
Which causeme to go deep at rest.
My dream faetureed 'gale
And its songs kept sailing in it
I floated long in its sound
And on its songs I pillow my head
The trees swayed as the breeze moved
All danced to 'gale's song
But I was asleep
Feeling the warmth .touch of the sounds.