When summer is busy packing
and drifting away with the drowsy heat,
I'm lying serenely
in the shade of a maple tree
like a fallen leaf,
casting a glance at the azure sky
and the carefree clouds.
It seems only yesterday~
I once rode on those open top buses
in the sky
across the Great Plains and many an ocean
to the end of the earth.
I've seen the world, and I'm tired
All I want to do now is wait quietly here
for the sunset glow
and say my last goodbye to the westering