Alone under a tree, a vision comes to me br People will look at me, with satisfaction I can see br I will smile back at them, whoever they may be br Until we smile all along, smiling happily br br I walk towards home with a pen in my hand br Scribbled all the thoughts that come to my mind br Till the stars in the sky, appear, then out of sight br Tomorrow and onwards continue I will write br br That was many years ago, cause now I am old br My works are accepted, that is I was told br As I sit in my chair, with my hair growing white br People look at me with a smile in their hearts br br Though now I am about to bid farewell to the world br I have no regrets, It's my time to be called br I will leave feeling glad with a smile on my lips br Thankful for the happines, I was able to give.