Bird of spring
who weaves the nest,
where the sun lay blessed,
welcome in the light of life,
and let the darkness rest.

Waking from a clouded dream,
the maid of morning shimmering;
we waited all through the night
for her flight.

Oh feathered wing
that waves the breeze,
awake the slumbering trees;
oh gentle song that stirs the night,
alight the darkened seas.

Waking from a clouded dream,
the maid of morning shimmering;
we waited all through the night
for her flight.