Hush, hush, do not cry my friend,
I know your heart has been broken.
There will be a time, when your aching ends
And all joy in you will again have awoken.
Dry your big brown eyes, my dear friend,
When you think you’re ready to stop.
I can see you’re hurt, so don’t pretend
That this isn’t a time for a teardrop.
Dry your tears, my dearest friend.
There’s a time to laugh and a time to cry,
But soon this too will come to an end
And you’ll see the sun and the bright sky.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem