Sitting under a tree
As the sun blazes on the sky
And in the heat of sultry noon
Birds refuse to come out and fly
I wait to hear the song
That you have sung for me
When traitors of love did not
Let us meet and to each other see
You do not sing for me
To me you did never come
But my hope is not dead yet
And this tree has become my home
You can't ever leave me
Your heart is mine you know
Come to me I am waiting
We will live under loves eternal glow
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