How beautiful they are, the lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills, in the hollow hills.
They have faces like flowers
And their breath is a wind
That blows over summer meadows
Filled with dewy clover.
How beautiful they are, the lordly ones
Who dwell in the hills, in the hollow hills.
They have faces like flowers
And their breath is a wind
That blows over summer meadows
Filled with dewy clover.
