At the tree of silence, In a dark wood,
I had hung my tears,
But the birds of laughter
With their bright eyes
Sang in the branches of my tomorrow,
And the paths grew good
And the sun strong.
From tree to tree those good birds went,
In dawn’s glow and at dusk they gathered
And they sang their most voluptuous songs
Which echo along these paths I wander.
The birds are singing in their tall trees.
Good lord that they could sing forever,
And the sun stay strong, And the times good,
And the roads run forever further from
The dark wood.