In the orchard cherry blossoms bloom
As pure as the fallen snow
The fragrant air sings a springtime tune
A melody we both did know.

I sit below our cherry tree
And reach out for your hand
The aching heart no one can free
The sadness I cannot stand.

fragrant breezes touch my face
As softly as you touched my skin.
I feel you so close my heart does race
And another maytime will begin.