What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?
I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.
What stream, wanders down,
a hillside, green?
What is wrong,
with a fernlike dream?
I don't know, here in my darkness
I may now cry,
for a love,
gone bye.