Neath the dark sky I wait,
In the cold winter air.
Here I have sat for many an hour,
Waiting for you.
You promised me you would come,
I know you wouldn’t lie.
So here I shall wait,
Neath the cold dark sky
My lips have turned blue,
I can’t feel my feet,
But a promise is a promise,
And a promise you keep.
‘Tis nearly morning,
And still you’re not here.
I will rest my back against this tree,
And wait a while longer.
The morning is here,
But you are not,
You broke your promise,
You broke my heart.
I hope that one day this way you pass,
For I will be here waiting,
You will soon see,
Just how much you meant to me.
Here is shall sit forever more,
My back against the tree,
I froze to death waiting for you,
While you forgot about me.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
well writen poem, The things we do when someone promices us something. We all sit and wait.