In misty meadows shepherd sings
His flute has sounded many springs
La, la, la, he smiles and his dance
on the lawn looks like of old times
Moon has fallen
Welcoming new Sun
No crestfallen
Has failed the fun
Sheep they go
And cling in high tone
Their bells and legs
And shepherd do bow
Sun is falling
Into silver cloud
And the howling
Of the wolf proud
Minds the flute
Back home to return
To silence and sleep
To go home with sheeps
The Twilight is gone
And flute's voice dead
Locked is the door of stone
The Night's Wings spread
And the Night's Wings spread
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