Thoughts by Jean Woo

Softly, softly falls the dew
Let it fall, let it fall;
Softly, softly calls a voice
Let it call, let it call.
A violet mist will clothe the hills
And lavender the sky
Fowers open fragrant frills
And still a tear I cry.
Slowly, slowly flow the tears
Let them flow, let them flow;
Slowly, slowly fades the love
Let it go, let it go.