Now that there are green sprouts, pushing through dead leaves
And fat yellow jackets float on the breeze
The waves kiss the shore and the air is warm
But, birch trees are falling now that you are gone

Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
Once I kissed your apple lips high above the sea
A year ago it was since the last clover grew, under creaking birch trees
I would wait for you, we kissed in the salt air beneath the leaning trees

White slender branches bent to the sea
Once we walked the crumbling cliffs where the birch trees lean
Now who will kiss your apple lips under the salty sea?