I sit and muse, waiting under my tree
My head resting low upon my knee
Have I said something wrong to you?
Have I somehow made you blue?
The leaves do fall, yet still I’m here
Waiting for you to appear
My head still resting on my knee
Come on my love, come back to me
The snow falls now, yet I’m still here
Filled with dread, filled with fear
You cannot love me anymore
Now I know you’ve closed the door
Weary now I climb to my feet
My head hung low in defeat
Oh to see you again, if only I could
But now I know your gone for good.
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