On blue summer nights I shall take the misty way;
Wheat pecking my wrist, cool grass beneath my tread;
I shall let the gentle breeze caress my uncovered head
And a surge of infinite love carry my soul away.
I shall not speak, I shall not think of anything;
Far, far away I'd be, free, a gypsy wandering;
As if by a woman, content in nature I shall stay.