It seemed that I had promise
To go together with you
Up that beautiful hill path.
You said the hillside was dotted
With new tea trees and love peas
It seemed I had promised you to go
On a spring afternoon long ago
Tonight, under the light
When I was combing my graying hair
It suddenly came to me the promise
That I failed to live up to
And I was overwhelmed by some inexplicable sadness.
On that hill path
Are you, a young lad as you were,
Still waiting for me?
Still eagerly looking around?