Who has seen the wind Neither you nor I But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by.
Who has seen the wind Neither you nor I But when the trees bow down their heads. The wind is passing by.
When I am dead, my dearest, Sing no sad songs for me Plant thou no roses at my head, Nor shady cypress tree. Be the green grass above me With showers and dewdrops wet And if thou wilt, remember And if thou wilt, forget.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories