Across the field and over the river
To the hilltop the mist of autumn silently sighs...

Oh, Even when you have gone
You are as precious now as you were...

Teardrops flow one after another
On his face like a chain of pearls...

Close to you has been
So emotional yet wonderful...

Brook in May runs
Gentler than the month previous...

Her lips in the distant meadow
Sway like a scarlet poppy and they blow...

A lone forlorn heart
Is barely ticking in this silent night...

On a plane
He is on a plane...

Admit I that I can't fly her to the moon
To make her excite sky-high and glow...

In those spring days
In the garden of ruined castle afar...

When closed are my eyes in winter
I can hear daffodils under my feet whisper...

Betwixt the trees birds now play
And now sing love songs all today...