Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam

Where silent waters gently stream

A lonely pine recalls old dreams

Of ancient times and faded schemes

Its needles murmur tales untold

Of winters harsh and summers gold

Of lovers’ vows in days of old

Whose warm embraces now grow cold

The wind composes nature’s verse

That time itself cannot reverse

Each bough a blessing or a curse

In this eternal universe

So listen when the pine trees sigh

Their wisdom never passes by

They hold the secrets of the sky

And watch the centuries go by

Beneath the moon’s soft silver gleam

Where silent waters gently stream

A lonely pine recalls old dreams

Of ancient times and faded schemes

Its needles murmur tales untold

Of winters harsh and summers gold

Of lovers’ vows in days of old

Whose warm embraces now grow cold

The wind composes nature’s verse

That time itself cannot reverse

Each bough a blessing or a curse

In this eternal universe

So listen when the pine trees sigh

Their wisdom never passes by

They hold the secrets of the sky

And watch the centuries go by