Mein Freund der Baum

Somewhat crudely translated from German: 

My Friend the Tree

I've been meaning to see you for a while
my old friend of childhood days.
I had so much to tell you and I knew you'd understand.
As a little girl I came to you with all my childhood sorrows.
I've always felt secure with you and all my worries fleeted.
When I cried in your arms you'd stroke my hair with your green leafs
my old friend.

My friend the tree is dead
he fell in early morning dawn.

You fell in the early morning,
I was too late.
You will never sway in the wind again.
You have to lay by the alley and
some who pass by
do not honour the relic of life and
yank at your green twigs
that are bowing dying toward the earth.
Who is going to give me the peace
that I'd found in your shadow now?
My best friend is lost
who connected me to my childhood.


My friend the tree is dead
he fell in early morning dawn.

Soon a house of glass and stone will grow
where they've cut him down.
Soon grey walls will grow
where he lies in the sunshine.
Maybe there will be a miracle
I am going to wait in secrecy.
Maybe a garden will blossom in front of the house and
he will resurrect to new life.
But he'll still be small and little
and even if many years pass
he'll never be the same.

My friend the tree is dead
he fell in early morning dawn. 


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