beneath the roof of sleeping leaves,
and dreams of trees unfold,
when woodland halls are green and cool,
and the wind is in the west.
come back to me.
come back to me.
and say my land is best.
above the heads of weary peaks
where snow lies gently on thy head.
when mountain whispers sweetly gently
and the eagle makes her nest.
comeback to me
come back to me
and say my land is best.
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