XIX
There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover’s house,
And there all day
The wind makes a pleasant sound.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there together in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.
There is a medlar-tree
Growing in front of my lover’s house,
And there all day
The wind makes a pleasant sound.
And when the evening comes, 5
We sit there together in the dusk,
And watch the stars
Appear in the quiet blue.