Under An Olive Tree

Under an olive tree, covered from the sun we used to sit down. In the shade of an olive tree we laughed and had fun, out from the busy life in town. In the middle of nowhere we built castles in the sky, we drew stairs to go there knowing it was too high. Under that olive tree we don't sit anymore, we don't dream we can fly, our laughs are no more near to the castles in the sky.