Upon the trunk of a tree a girl
Engraved her name filled with delight
And the tree, moved deep in its bosom
Let a flower fall upon the girl
I am the tree, touched and sad
You are the girl who wounded my trunk
I keep always your dear name
and what have you done with my poor flower?
Upon the trunk of a tree a girl
Engraved her name filled with delight
And the tree, moved deep in its bosom
Let a flower fall upon the girl
I am the tree, touched and sad
You are the girl who wounded my trunk
I keep always your dear name
and what have you done with my poor flower?