Summer Guest - Ásgeir

My bird flies home from afar

Brings the joy of spring to me

Or the oceans and the blues

He never fails

His path is clear and true

Perched upon a branch of green

He rests his legs from the long journey

Forms my heart with wondrous song

I listen close

He tells of battles won

From my heart

I thank you friend for these precious melody

For these sweet and pure tones

Sweet and pure tone

And the autumn comes again

I ask you from my heart my friend

That you'd have me sing your song

Oh summer guest

I'll miss you while your gone

From my heart I thank you friend

For these precious melody

For these sweet and pure tones

Sweet and pure tones

You made a shelter for my soul

If your language I could speak

I would weave a song for you of my home