A Lonely Tree

At a road where the road is off Where the lonesome is the road At mid of nowhere Lonely tree is standing there Waiting no one but the dust Dust of the passing time Tarnish the color of this tree This lonely tree to gray Praying in this lonely place For the passing van A gray lonely van For the lonely bird Staying for while When the nights come And days go the lonely tree praying there When the war rage And peace walking shy The lonely tree Praying for the peace No one is waiting there But the lonely tree Is waiting the morning sun Waiting the rain in may Waiting wind from the north Waiting when no one is waiting there This lonely tree Gave a name for this nameless place The land of the lonely tree