Starting to stumble
Freewheeling I fumble,
Never will I rest until the sun once more glitters.
Away, far away, where the willo' the whisp
Whistles it's tune among trees and rivers,
I mumble among brooks which gurgle with glee.
Alone without comfort,
The trees sing a song,
And my heart knows each tune off by heart.
Whatever the weather,
Whether I start or I stumble, please
Will you always be mine?