The woods of our youth are failing,
                       even the mightiest rot,
Beetle and high wind take them
                       and soon they will be forgot,
Yet sadder than even the fading
                       of suns too eager to set
Is that you should fail to remember
                       what I can never forget.

Saplings of strangers surround us
                       to feather the winter sky,
Yet though you survive beside me,
                       you see with an empty eye,
Far better we fall and nourish
                       the land in a last duet
Than that you should fail to remember
                       what I can never forget.