The Wandering Boy - Birch Book

The wandering boy passing by

Lifts his head to the birds in the sky

Petals flitting by his face

In May winds they are falling

Falling with the breezes to the ground

…Falling with the breezes to the ground

The wandering boy with his staff

Lingers long at the brook by the path

Waters flowing on and on

In May floods they are gushing

Rushing with a low and limpid sound

…Rushing with a low and limpid sound

The wandering boy with a whisper in his eye

A whistle in his step, a lute upon his back

A feather in his cap, a picnic in his pack

His bare feet treading soft upon the grass

Cherry blossoms in the winds of spring

The petals falling

Falling with the breezes to the ground

…Falling with the breezes to the ground