Poezja

When the rain falls,
on the old winter's pay,
When the sun comes out,
on a soft summer's day,
 
When trees reach up,
to the clear blue sky,
When you here the bees,
buzzing swiftly by,
 
When you said you loved me,
i was the happyist man alive,
When i said i loved you,
we went out for a drive,
 
When you died,
because now your gone,
When i went out one more time,
i stood by your grave and left the flowers upon.
 
When we lie together,
under the bright sunlight,
now to rest side by side,
under our own moonlight.