Pinning, pining, sensuous wonders
It grew from earth to sky heights,
Its leaves ever-fresh, Plunder
My garden, fill it with delights.
Smiling in its shade, carefree,
I sit, I love the cherry tree.
Groomed in my loving arms,
Lullabies became my love songs
That echoed yonder to far farms,
To the old lady whom cherries belong.
But still no fear, I sing carefree
Because I love that cherry tree.
I have an eye for the woodcutter.
He has an eye on the cherry tree
His axe of death cuts like butter
And I know he would show no mercy.
Before he comes I’ll gather
And hide my precious red cherries.
And when he leaves with his axe
In my own pretty little garden
I shall plant a new cherry plant
Which will blossom with my love
And grow as my new covenant.
It will be mine, my treasure trove.
With age I will be finally free
To love my beloved cherry tree.
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