A Japanese Love Song

The wind is gently sighing

Through the maple trees,

The tall bamboos are swaying

Softly in the breeze;

And as I sadly listen,

Listen dreamily,

I think I hear you singing,

Singing, love, to me.

I know it is but fancy

That I feel you near,

But oh, I'm filled with longing

Your dear voice to hear;

And oft the evening breezes,

Almond scented, bring

The rippling of your koto,"

And I hear you sing.