You have to die because no soul has passedThe heavenly threshold since you have opened school,But grass grows there, and rust upon the hinge;And they are lonely that must keep the watch.
One had a lovely face, and two or three had charm, but charm and face were in vain. Because the mountain grass cannot keep the form where the mountain hare has lain.
I hear the wind a blow I hear the grass a grow, And all that I know, I know. But I will not speak, I will run away.
I hear the wind a blowI hear the grass a grow,And all that I know, I know.But I will not speak, I will run away.