Angelo Branduardi. The land that is me

seasons ancient rhyme Endlessly turning Upon the wheel of time You are the gentle sun of morning Touching everything I see You are the rain that is falling On the land that is me If I should call you The scented wine of spring How could I measure The happiness you bring Like the soothing summer showers That fall eternally You are everything that flowers In the land that is me If I should call you A sky of peacock blue And like the swallow I will return you You are natures forgiving And ...


















