If, in the summer morn, dear,
You wander amid the flow'rs,
If you feel sad and lone, dear,
Thinking of past glad hours;
Just breathe my name to the woodlands,
Sigh what your heart would say;
I know I shall hear your message, dear,
Borne on the breeze away!
O winds that blow from the south,
Sighing so soft and low,
Whisper your secret sweet,
Whisper, and I shall know!
O winds that blow from the south,
Breathe in mylist'ning ear,
Come from the heart of my love;
Whisper, and I shall hear!

If, when you're weary, darling,
You wander at gloaming tide,
Where, by the stream and meadow,
we wander'd side by side;
Just whisper, you love me, darling,
Say that your heart is true,
Whisper, you love  me, darling,
Just as you used to do.
O winds that blow from the south etc.