P. Marius

As I sit and watch
The summertime
And the shadow of
The cranes

By the branches of
The cedar tree
And the beating of
The day

You are the rose
Within my soul
You are the reason
Why the wind blows

By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again

And we’ll sit under
The cedar tree
As the city
Fades away

By the places
Where the blossom falls
And the shadow of
The cranes

You are the rose
Within my soul
You are the reason
Why the rain flows

By the meeting of
The roads
I will hold you
In my arms again

By the branches of
The cedar tree
There’s a bench
Beside the lake

Take the bridge
Over the Serpentine
And I’ll see you
Once again.