I write your name, my darling, on the old tree You write my name, my darling, on the sand in the street I write your name, my darling, on the old tree You wire my name, my darling, on the sand in the street And tomorrow when it rains on the broken stories Your name will remain, my darling And mine will be erased
I talk about you, my darling, to the people of the neighborhood You talk about me, my darling, to the stream of water I talk about you, my darling, to the people of the neighborhood You talk about me, my darling, to the stream of water And when the night comes and people sit out under their lanterns They will talk about you, my darling And I will be forgotten They will talk about you, my darling And I will be forgotten
And you gave me a rose I showed it to my friends I hid it in my book then planted it on my pillow I gave you a flower pot You didn't take care of it Until the present got lost And you gave me a rose I showed it to my friends I hid it in my book then planted it on my pillow I gave you a flower pot You didn't take care of it Until the present got lost And you gave me a rose I showed it to my friends I hid it in my book then planted it on my pillow I gave you a flower pot You didn't take care of it Until the present got lost
And you tell me you love me You don't know how much Since you love me so much, why oh why? Do I write your name, my darling, on the old tree? You write my name, my darling, on the sand in the street? Do I write your name, my darling, on the old tree? You write my name, my darling, on the sand in the street? And tomorrow when it rains on the broken stories Your name will remain, my darling Your name will remain, my darling And mine will be erased Mine will be erased