My Soul Knows Where the Kindah Tree Grows
My soul knows where the Kindah tree grows
And I would be there now
From the white mounds of ice, where it snows
Daily, and sunset glow
Is hidden beneath the gloomy brow of skies
I long to hear the lute
And watch children dance like bright fireflies
Eat Otaheite fruit
I know the sudden presence of happy May
Testing my innocence
But the Kindah tree grows very far away
And the flakes fall in silence.
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