In the shade, in the shade
of a Sycamore tree,
Man is a slave
but his woman's free;
As he waits for the cool,
his tasks for to meet-
But sun or shade, she lets loving be.
In the shade, in the shade
of a Sycamore tree,
The hours crawl by
like a wayward bee;
The sun so large,
you can hardly see-
But sun or shade, she lets loving be.
In the shade, in the shade
of a Sycamore tree,
The men lose hope
and give up creeds;
To follow where
the cruel sun leads-
But sun or shade, she lets loving be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love the ryhme scheme, and the way it flows.