2022.03.06.
Little Green Bough
It was here in the summer we were betakingOurselves to sit on this bench 'til late,
And a little green bough above us shaking
A greeting to us, it seemed, conveyed.
A greeting to us, it seemed, conveyed.
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.
Under the weight of snow sorrows withered
Over the white bench the boughs were glazed with rime,
Maybe we found ourselves here by chance
But maybe summer called us in winter time
But maybe summer called us in winter time.
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.
But not forever does winter arrive
And it won't be forever sad to the heart.
Look, the downcast boughs newly spring alive,
And, look, already ours has a greening start.
And, look, already ours has a greening start.
Little green bough, little green bough,
We remember it so frequently now.
We remember, but summer will commence
And the little green bough will swing again.