When I am dead
and over me bright April
shakes out her rain-drenched hair
Though you should lean above me
broken-hearted, I shall not care
I shall have peace
as leafy trees are peaceful
when rain bends down the bough
And I shall be more silent
and cold-hearted
than you are now
The cold rain will wash you away,
and I can smile
and over me bright April
shakes out her rain-drenched hair
Though you should lean above me
broken-hearted, I shall not care
I shall have peace
as leafy trees are peaceful
when rain bends down the bough
And I shall be more silent
and cold-hearted
than you are now
The cold rain will wash you away,
and I can smile