THREE violins are trying their hearts.
The piece is MacDowell's Wild Rose.
And the time of the wild rose
And the leaves of the wild rose
And the dew-shot eyes of the wild rose
Sing in the air over three violins.
Somebody like you was in the heart of MacDowell.
Somebody like you is in three violins.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I have yet to hear ' MacDowell's Wild Rose', but it sounds like a good tune, even if it is played on the violin.