Your name

I am thinking about You Under the shadow of old oak-tree. I am thinking and asking myself: Do you have a name? If you have it, it must be made from sweetness. Its music must be weaved from happiness, and its rhythm from Love itself! If you have a name, it must be a secret; Like a hidden tenderness of this old tree. Or forgotten voices of his early leaves. I stand in awe in front of your skill You are everywhere, in the open, known to all And again, you hide your name. It has fallen asleep in the silence of late afternoon. It has fallen asleep, and now it dreams about love and eternity. Can I wake it up? How can I remember? How can I call you unto me? I am thinking about you Under the shadow of old oak-tree. I am thinking about your name. I am listening and learning. Maybe I will recognize it in the tweets of the birds Maybe the wind will whisper it in my ears. How can I know your name? How can I remember, And call you unto me? How can I know your name? How can I remember, And call you unto me? I am in dread, and it seems that I already know - You will be out of reach forever. Because, I can call You Only by the name of my Love. And who knows, who can say, Where is she now? Hidden too deep, gone too far, Unto me.