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 [bad word]  [bad word] back, all mirth and glory [bad word] 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 [bad word]