When I sat in Ivon I was saddened When I was again Wait Waiting for you Cold and cold I came to my hand with a yellow flower branch
I had no thought except you I remembered my head Your place came empty and cold I came to my hand with a yellow flower branch
I was not like an old shirt I was not a puppet on stage Your good and sweet words but I was not a kid in your hands that I was not like a player Yellow flower branch
