Somewhere in the distance I can hear A tune sweet and wistful a whispered air In the arms of a soft breeze 'cross these desolate downs As evening approaches when summer is young And next comes the silence in the wake of the day Then emptiness follows in darkness conveyed On the wings of a soft breeze to these desolate downs As the night settles in when summer is young But life itself will reawake to the footsteps of the dawn The breeze now bears its silver rays The earth lets up a yawn Receive that breeze with all your soul and maybe you will hear A wistful summer air [Music and lyrics: Hans Lundin. Interpretation of the Swedish lyrics: Kevin Fickling]