My soul is awakened, my spirit is soaring

And carried aloft on the wings of the breeze;

For, above, and around me, the wild wind is roaring

Arousing to rapture the earth and the seas.

The long withered grass in the sunshine is glancing

The bare trees are tossing their branches on high;

The dead leaves beneath them are merrily dancing

The white clouds are scudding across the blue sky.