Over treetops and fields of grain Into the gleaming light – Who could guess them, Who could catch them in flight? Thoughts sway gently, The night keeps its silence deep, Thoughts are free. If only one could guess Who it was that thought of her, Amid the rustling groves, When no one else keeps watch, Save the drifting clouds on high – My love is hushed and still And beautiful as the night. Over treetops and fields of grain Into the gleaming light – Who could guess them, Who could catch them in flight? Thoughts sway gently, The night keeps its silence deep, Thoughts are free. If only one could guess Who it was that thought of her, Amid the rustling groves, When no one else keeps watch, Save the drifting clouds on high – My love is hushed and still And beautiful as the night.
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