End of Summer (from "The Peasants" Soundtrack)

Seasons turn and turn again, bitter winds begin to blow

See me catch a drifting cloud, fly away, and let the rabble go

Running fast, rage of wolves, a caring heart's a blessing or a curse

Gliding high above the crowds, their spitting rage no longer hurts

Flying up above the fields, above the woods and stars, far from here

Bright horizons, folding sky take me as you've taken away my fear

Say what you like, cutting jibes, those wicked taunts they're not getting through

Echoes of their distant rage fade and vanish into the blue

Summer winds will soon return, here to carry me away

I'll hang upon the sun-white clouds, I'm soaring now beyond the fray

I embrace open wounds, my scars to heal, my spirit beams

I'm flying now to the hills, overseas to meet my dreams

Summer winds will soon return, here to carry me away

I'll hang upon the sun-white clouds, I'm soaring now beyond the fray

I embrace open wounds, my scars to heal, my spirit beams

I'm flying now to the hills, overseas to meet my dreams

Looking down I see the view, pastures of the great wide world

I dream it now, my life anew, a fresh canvas to be unfurled

Foreign lands, friendly towns, is there a place to make me whole

Healing rays, hope of spring, faith, returning to my soul

Summer winds will soon return, here to carry me away

I'll hang upon the sun-white clouds, I'm soaring now beyond the fray

I embrace open wounds, my scars to heal, my spirit beams

I'm flying now to the hills, overseas to meet my dreams