In the springtime, when the world was new, <br />We sat beneath the tree and heard it sing <br />And in the morning drank the dew <br />From its upturned petals, <br />Like liquor from a loving cup. <br /> <br />You sang for us, O lovely tree, <br />The wedding march and lovers’ songs, <br />You were my bridal bower <br />In those happy times <br />Lined with satin pink. <br /> <br />I wish I could have stayed for ever <br />In that joyful place, <br />But the spring, it doesn’t last, <br />Time, and people, keep on moving <br />And my lover left me. <br /> <br />Now I sit alone beneath the tree, <br />Its gorgeous crimson petals <br />Falling, falling, like my dreams, <br />Until they coat the ground <br />Like broken hearts. <br /> <br />Now sweet tree you’ll shade my grave, <br />And when the spring returns, <br />As the year go round, <br />You can sing me lullabies <br />In my eternal sleep.<br /><br />Christopher McInnes<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-lyric-4-the-magnolia-tree/
