Let me search for a lonesome tree,

For little old lonesome me

To give some quiet company.

 

Let my body replace

The absence of its leaves.

Let the wind caress my skin,

As tenderly as it would the leaves.

 

And when the day awakes,

With the sun peeking up

from beneath its covers,

Let a singular shadow be cast.

Of a hanged man and a tree,

Keeping each other company.