I met you when the year was at the Spring
And golden-throated birds were on the wing,
We heard the cadence of their melody
Beneath the shadow of a lilac tree.

And so the scent of lilac lingers on
Although too many Springs have come and gone,
Like half-forgotten dreams that haunt the mind
Still in my heart that memory I find.

And so one day, I pray that I shall rest
Where winds draw music from the earth's sweet breast,
A silent garden with a lilac tree
To weep its tears of blossom over me.