Текст песни Summer Guest - Toe Rag Sessions - Ásgeir

My bird flies home from afar
Brings the joy of spring to me
O'er the ocean's endless blue
He never fails, his path is clear and true

Perched upon a branch of green
He rests his legs from the long journey
Warms my heart with one true song
I listen close, to tales of battles won

From my heart I thank you friend for this precious melody
For these sweet and pure tones, sweet and pure tones

When the autumn comes again
I ask you from my heart, my friend
That you'll help me sing your song
Oh, summer guest, I'll miss you while you're gone.

From my heart I thank you friend for this precious melody
For these sweet and pure tones, sweet and pure tones

You made a shelter for my soul if your language I could speak
I would weave a song for you of my own