When my long ago song
comes back to me
I ask what kind of wind
makes it roam around repeatedly
The flower that left everything behind
Where did it find its scent
Where hope is lost
By which tune were you able to awaken it?
The one who lost its dwelling place
Your tune became its residence
One whose parting has no end
Your tune gives it the language of union
One whose tears are dried
Your tune brings it tears
You are the vehicle of its forgotten days
In the language of dreams in the distant skies!
Sabethville 