Here under my lap,the canvas is spread.
It's brown somewhere,
Green glistening, somewhere rosy red.
How much love the petal lost!
How unkind the wind has thought!
The grass has stopped its little gait.
Alas, the world has bowed to fate.
It's brown somewhere,
Green glistening, somewhere rosy red.
How much love the petal lost!
How unkind the wind has thought!
The grass has stopped its little gait.
Alas, the world has bowed to fate.