When Petals of the roses fall.
And leaves from green to yellow
turn.
When my
SON is lean and
tall
And fire should then stop to burn.
when desires
turn to ashes
And hopre
live then no more
Like dreams would be the wishes
Then who be yee to knock my door.
Oh! beloved then do not come.
For Miles have i walked in search of you.
Years have i longed to live with you.
For once seperated cannot be one.