there's an air for which i'd disown all of mozart's melodies a deep & sweet but sad air that languishes & sighs & dies and keeps well hid its secret charm for me alone i'll hum with only trees all around me i behold a green & blue land i live in an old red castle golden in the dying day whenever i hear that music vague & old 2 hundred years roll away wide plains wrinkled by running rivers flowing among flowers that bathe our bare feet as we pass between two cold round rocks in antique weed with dark eyes & golden hair a lady looks forth from her window high she catched my eyes & smiled for i climbed the ivy on the wall the velvet skin of her lips blessed my cheek with loving warmth it may be i knew her & found her fair in some forgotten life long time gone by pain free i stand to the open sky on the top of my tall & stony towers