Under the oak
Under the endless oak, we sat, waiting, you sang, you sang to us, “Sister, Sister, if this be the last, I shall sing, Sing well, for you I shall sing, Shall I not sing again”, you sang to us while we sat, Under the endless oak, I shall sing until the wind blows my hair, I shall sing until the flowers bloom, I shall sing until the rain drops, under the endless oak tree.
My mother sat and sang under the endless oak, she sang to me a lullaby, A lullaby I shall remember till the end of my days, here under the endless oak, I hear my mother cry and sing to me, The sweet sound of my mother’s angelic lullaby.
I hear the wind say to me, “Here I sat under the endless oak, my sister sang a sweet song to me, she sang till the end of my days, until the flowers bloomed, until the rain dropped, until the wind blow my hair, Until I passed.”
The sweet sound of her voice, the sweet song of my mother’s lullaby, I shall remember till I pass, I shall pass soon.