Pj
Some where in the world
There is a tree
A custard apple tree
Do you remember
And do you wait there still?
Do you sit and stare
And spin in your swing
Beneath the shadow of the hill
With presence bare
And longing still?
We were young, and I
So innocent I was
And did not know
Why happiness was only
In your happy company
We held hands to walk
And I believed tomorrow
Was the only substance of today
And kept my longing in my sorrow
And kept our passion in delay
But somewhere in the world now
Wherever comes the memory
Can toll again the beaded vow
Or is love but history
A picture swinging under a tree?
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