There's a clear sweet note in the wind of day, 
That calls our list'ning hearts away 
So over the hills, in the sunny noon, 
Where the Piper of Love plays magic tune. 

There's a sweeter trill from each bird of song, 
And roses carpet the way along: 
And skies are golden, the whole time thro' 
Where the Piper of Love beguiles us to. 

For who can resist his magic sway, 
When the Piper of Love begins to play. 
There's a clear sweet note in the wind of day, 
That calls our list'ning hearts away. 

So, over the hills, in the sunny noon, 
Where the Piper of Love plays magic tune. 
There's a magic world of magic flow'rs 
And magic music for magic hours. 

So, over the hills, in magic thrall 
When the Piper of Love, our hearts may call, 
For who can resist his magic sway 
When the Piper of Love begins to play.