The Winds of Lebanon

The winds blow out of Lebanon adown the slopes and valleys,
The golden winds of Lebanon, the blue day long;
And over olden Lebanon above the cedar alleys
The mighty sun goes marching to the echo of their song!

The winds blow out of Lebanon from vine and myrtle closes,
The silver winds of Lebanon, the blue night long;
They bear the scent of cinnamon, they bear the scent of roses,
And the host of stars goes marching to the echo of their song!

The winds blow out of Lebanon with ne'er a sound of chiding,
The wooing winds of Lebanon, the whole year long;
The winds blow out of Lebanon, where love has its abiding,
And my heart is ever marching to the echo of their song!