Lletres: Flatlanders. South Wind Of Summer.

When the south wind of summer
Sings through the trees
And the high mountain thunder
Hangs low in the breeze

A strong heart flows over
An empty heart fills
And the south wind of summer
Caresses the hills

There is no returning
The seasons don't end
They just blow through the branches
And bend with the wind

When the south wind of summer
Sings to the pines
And the faraway cities
Seem so close behind

A strong heart flows over
An empty heart fills
And the south wind of summer
Blows where it wills

There is no returning
The season's don't end
They just blow through the branches
And bend with the wind