valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O hear of the world, red-gold!
Breast high in the blossom I stand;
It beats about me like
Of a magical, golden
The barren heart of the
Alive at the kiss of the sun,
The yellow mantle of
Flung over a laughing land,
Warm with the warmth of her
Sweet with the kiss of her breathO valley of waving broom,
O lovely, lovely light,
O mystical marriage of
With the passionate Summer sun!
To her lover she holds a
And the yellow wine o'erflows.
He has lighted a little
And the whole of the world is ablaze.
Prodigal wealth of love!
Breast high in the blossom I stand.
