Who knows, little swallow
From where you’ve flown
Which seas you’ve crossed
To arrive with the fair weather
You’ve a snowy breast
Jet-black wings
A back that’s blue as the sea
And a long, forked tail
I walk along the shore
And watch you
As you soar and swoop
To skim the waves
But not a word do you say to me
However much I ask you
As you soar and swoop
To skim the waves