As I wind my way thru tear stream
Like murmur of brook it reminds me
The days with you in a sweat dream
Billing and cooing each on your knee

In those days very inexperience we're
Although love but we didn't regard it,
Being in primitive forest without fear,
Being filled with hope, living own wit

Fortunate untill it arrived at the way
Which separated to two forks then
And laughing we chose different way
True life of each was beyond our ken

I parted from you never to meet again
So long, I now wind my way with a pain