Gleaming jewel of England born
swooping, soaring, gliding free
spirit of the summer air
kindred of the heart of me.
Evening cools the fevered sun
you skim o'er the river breast
passing summer on the wing
with sparkling beauty heaven blessed.
Summer draws to an Indian close
swallows gather on the wire
one evening there the next one gone
eastward soaring, higher ... higher.
