Mavourneen's long

Like mist turns to dew
Will a dream change into love
When the day immerses its face to water
Shall i sing only for you

Humming of the veel
Ripples of stream
Forest sang
In summer nights eve
Beneath waves
Above fields
A long echoes

Like wind in a grove i reach for dreams
Like a tune of a forest my long has no name
Choir of alpen bends down to me
Enfolding with gentle whispering