by Dennis Underwood

I sit in the shade of the gingko tree,
The valley spread out below.
I look, but my eyes do not see

The eagle flying high and free,
As he did in the world I used to know.
I sit in the shade of the gingko tree.

Remembering that you loved me.
As long as my heart beats, I cannot go.
I look, but my eyes do not see.

The soldiers came from a thousand li
To rip us apart and strike a killing blow.
I sit in the shade of the gingko tree,

And all I have left is this book you gave to me,
The cover was broken by a soldier’s bow.
I look, but my eyes do not see.

Now it means all that life my can ever be.
A broken book, my head bent low.
I sit in the shade of the gingko tree,
I look, but my eyes do not see.