The Valleys

I heard it from the valleys
 I heard it ringing in the mountains
 Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
 I heard it from the valleys
 I heard him singing in the mountains
 Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
 Robert, when I drowse to-night
 Skirting lawns of sleep to chase
 Shifting dreams in mazy light
 Somewhere then I'll see your face
 Turning back to bid me follow
 Where I wag my arms and hollow
 Over hedges hasting after
 Crooked smile and baffling laughter
 We know such dreams are true
 He's come back, all mirth and glory
 -Running tireless, floating, leaping
 -Down your web-hung woods and valleys
 -Where the glowworm stars are peeping
 Like the prince in a fairy story
 -Till I find you, quiet as stone
 -On a hill-top all alone
 -Staring outward, gravely pondering
 -Jumbled leagues of hillock-wandering
 Winter called him far away
 -You and I have walked together
 -In the starving winter weather
 -We've been glad because we knew
 -Time's too short and friends are few
 Blossoms bring him home with May
 -We've been sad because we missed
 -One whose yellow head was kissed
 -By the gods, who thought about him
 -Till they couldn't do without him
 Now he's here again
 Standing in a wood that swings
 To the madrigal he sings
 And I'm sure, as here I stand,
 That he shines through every land
 That he sings in every place
 Where we're thinking of his face
 While we know such dreams are true