At a road where the road off
where lonesome is a road
at mid of no where
A lonely tree is standing there
waiting no one but the dust
dust of the passing time
tarnishing the color of this tree
this lonely tree to gray
praying in this lonely place
for the passing van
A gray lonely van
for the lonely bird
staying for a while
when the nights come
and days go
the lonely tree; praying there
when the wars rage and peace,
walks shy
the lonely tree praying for the peace
no one is waiting there
but the lonely tree is waiting
the morning sun
waiting the rain in may
waiting winds from the north
waiting when no one is waiting there
and this lonely tree
gave a name for this nameless place
the land of the lonely tree.