RED MAY
Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May—You, that were all of my love and my care,Have broken my heart to-day.But though I have lost you and though I despairTill even the past looks gray—Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May.A. Mary F. Robinson
Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May—You, that were all of my love and my care,Have broken my heart to-day.But though I have lost you and though I despairTill even the past looks gray—Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May.A. Mary F. Robinson
Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May—You, that were all of my love and my care,Have broken my heart to-day.
Out of the window the trees in the Square
Are covered with crimson May—
You, that were all of my love and my care,
Have broken my heart to-day.
But though I have lost you and though I despairTill even the past looks gray—Out of the window the trees in the SquareAre covered with crimson May.
But though I have lost you and though I despair
Till even the past looks gray—
Out of the window the trees in the Square
Are covered with crimson May.
A. Mary F. Robinson