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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