Bring about this wilted, withered fruit Take the place of this wilted, withered heart So, I may bury it beside her So, I may remember to tread old paths again May the moon again guide me to your doorstep Where I'll replenish myself with your everything. And where maples and pines lined my youth Bury my heart there in the valley Where a tear was shed, I bowed my head All what flourished, now is cold and dead