The Scent of Lilac

I met you when the year was at the Spring

And golden-throated birds were on the wing,

We heard the cadence of their melody

Beneath the shadow of a lilac tree.

And so the scent of lilac lingers on

Although too many Springs have come and gone,

Like half-forgotten dreams that haunt the mind

Still in my heart that memory I find.

And so one day, I pray that I shall rest

Where winds draw music from the earth's sweet breast,

A silent garden with a lilac tree

To weep its tears of blossom over me.