My Flower of Life bloomed into love and song That time I met him 'neath an olive-tree; He was so fair, my love, so fair and strong! He broke an olive-branch and gave it me. He gave it me, and bade it be a sign Of all his love, which henceforth would be mine. The olive-branch is here, but where is he? ... My eyes are full of tears. I cannot see. |