As I look about
Neither flowers nor autumn-tinted leaves
Near the grass-thatched hut
That stand alone by the shore
The autumn dusk
To those who long for the
Flowers of spring
Show the young grasses
That push up among the snowy hills
As I look about
Neither flowers nor autumn-tinted leaves
Near the grass-thatched hut
That stand alone by the shore
The autumn dusk
To those who long for the
Flowers of spring
Show the young grasses
That push up among the snowy hills