Die abgeblühte Linde
The Lime Tree after it's Blossomed


And will you keep your word as promised
When time has turned my hair to grey?
When you travelled across the mountains,
When we’d meet, no-one could say.

Change, that is the child of time
Threatening us with being parted.
What the future has to offer –
A life more pallid than it started.

See, the lime tree’s still in flower
As you leave it far behind.
It will be there when you come back,
Blossom shorn by the western wind.

Lonely, then, it will just stand there,
Passers-by will hardly see.
The gardener alone is faithful
For he loves it as a tree.