The garden green
On the corner the boy was sat
Looking at people walking here and there;
Reliable, these parents seem to be
So lucky their children would be,
A little distance from me.
Cried to himself the shoe polishing boy;
They’ll play with their friends;
A thing I rarely know,
But I make use of myself,
When sitting under this shell.
I polish their parents’ shoes
As if they were always new!
They do nothing but playing,
Much more lucky would be I
When in lack of power ,they would cry!
A young Goodman from a distance came, and
put his foot, on the footrest
Looking around with searching eyes,
Unless, he found the charming love.
Then, left the boy and hurring
Away, not to lose that lovely play.
Little boy looked at the sun to complain,
but he stabbed him with his daggers.
His bleeding eyes looked around,
On the corner the boy was sat
Looking at people walking here and there;
Reliable, these parents seem to be
So lucky their children would be,
A little distance from me.
Cried to himself the shoe polishing boy;
They’ll play with their friends;
A thing I rarely know,
But I make use of myself,
When sitting under this shell.
I polish their parents’ shoes
As if they were always new!
They do nothing but playing,
Much more lucky would be I
When in lack of power ,they would cry!
A young Goodman from a distance came, and
put his foot, on the footrest
Looking around with searching eyes,
Unless, he found the charming love.
Then, left the boy and hurring
Away, not to lose that lovely play.
Little boy looked at the sun to complain,
but he stabbed him with his daggers.
His bleeding eyes looked around,
There they reached, the lady in white, at hand.
How resembles she to mommy ,
May GOD has sent her soal to me?
The lady in white whispered to his ears,
Of going to a garden green,
A kind of EDEN that has never been.
A Garden green?!
a thing he has never heard of,
Must be a wonderful dream.
The lady white took him there,
To the marvelous green haired hills,
Where children were fooling around.
Some Playing with fairies,
while others listening to fair stories.
The wind was gently blowing,
And the sun happily was shining.
Passing some lovely hours,
They rested under the apple tree,
Looking up in searching the sun ,To say him thanks,
but he was hiding behind the angry clouds.
Then, The heavy dim shadow came,
And covered the dancing green plains.
Suddenly he felt the smooth, fondling hands of the wind,
becoming whips, lashing on his soft cheeks;
o, oh, Father! set me down, I won’t run.
Without you there, I had no fun,
At best Let me go and say farewell,
Believe me they all treated me well.
N’ I ‘ll start polishing shoes,
Black and brown and even their sueded boots.
How happy their children would be,
A distance too far from me.
How resembles she to mommy ,
May GOD has sent her soal to me?
The lady in white whispered to his ears,
Of going to a garden green,
A kind of EDEN that has never been.
A Garden green?!
a thing he has never heard of,
Must be a wonderful dream.
The lady white took him there,
To the marvelous green haired hills,
Where children were fooling around.
Some Playing with fairies,
while others listening to fair stories.
The wind was gently blowing,
And the sun happily was shining.
Passing some lovely hours,
They rested under the apple tree,
Looking up in searching the sun ,To say him thanks,
but he was hiding behind the angry clouds.
Then, The heavy dim shadow came,
And covered the dancing green plains.
Suddenly he felt the smooth, fondling hands of the wind,
becoming whips, lashing on his soft cheeks;
o, oh, Father! set me down, I won’t run.
Without you there, I had no fun,
At best Let me go and say farewell,
Believe me they all treated me well.
N’ I ‘ll start polishing shoes,
Black and brown and even their sueded boots.
How happy their children would be,
A distance too far from me.
