night be gone, this is not your do- main
Mist - y morn - ing
whis - per-ings and gen-tle stir - ring sounds
be- lied a
death - ly si - lence that lay all a - round
Hear the lark and hark-en
to the bark-ing of the dog-fox gone to ground
See the splashing of the
kingfisher flashing to the wa- ter
And a riv-er of green is
sliding un- seen beneath the trees
Laughing as it passes through the
end-less summer mak-ing for the sea