[Whispered hair]

Years past, still stands lesson violin
Met on the street, of the town sweet
Eyes shining, sun's even hiding
Halls of wet and weeping

Do you miss me
And my curly hair

Oh God should know
In dreams, million dreams
A violin rests thy chin
Trembling touches ears within
Never since hear spring
Walked, wandered, unsettled, vexed
Thy love haunts me
What a wrong split

My heart yearns in
Flares and ashes all dim
You're there, in heaven seems
Hurts me like a rose sting

Halfway here I'm flying
To see or not to see
Teardrop turns into smile,
Thy curly hair sways in the wind