Boundless grasses over the plain Come and go with every season; Wildfire never quite consumes them -- They are tall once more in the spring wind. Sweet they press on the old high- road And reach the crumbling city-gate O Prince of Friends, you are gone again I hear them sighing after you.
I would like to attend. The more we know here, the better we all can be.
audio; un: Liebing
Boundless grasses over the plain
Come and go with every season;
Wildfire never quite consumes them --
They are tall once more in the spring wind.
Sweet they press on the old high- road
And reach the crumbling city-gate
O Prince of Friends, you are gone again
I hear them sighing after you.
I would like to attend. The more we know here, the better we all can be.