Lying Under A Leafless Tree....

Lying under a leafless tree, I hear the song of sorrow. And wait for a better and Happier good morrow! I get the smell of the burning heart, I feel getting away far, and far… Where there is no, painful tune, Will be chasing me ever! You know, how blessed am I with, My joyful home and hearth! Still, I lack the world for all, And a peaceful good earth…. The fallen leaves has made a wall, Upon me, I can not count, How many they are in number I lie there on leaves' mount. Who plays his finger upon my violin? I do not even know…. The grief is shedding, Tear on me, I'm weeping so!