And gypsy suns meander over us all
No children climb, they don't have time
There's schoolwork to be done
Lovers kissing at your feet,
Are replaced by the gathering of your leaves.
Linden tree, the winter may seem long
But hollow cold will echo still my song
The wind may crack, but I'll be back,
To love you once again.
The bluebird leaves with the snowfall,
And returns in time for the rain.
