By the window where I sit
There is a big tall tree
There is white and there is gray and only brown are the leaves
There are some flowers on that tree
And they are green as they should be
The sky is gray and the River still
There is no rain or sun throwing down his spears
The wind is cold but it is only a breeze
The birds are gone…both crows and swallows
You cannot see
On the ground rustling yellow leaves
Rise the silence of the dead Spring
There is a big tall tree
There is white and there is gray and only brown are the leaves
There are some flowers on that tree
And they are green as they should be
The sky is gray and the River still
There is no rain or sun throwing down his spears
The wind is cold but it is only a breeze
The birds are gone…both crows and swallows
You cannot see
On the ground rustling yellow leaves
Rise the silence of the dead Spring