The Shadow of the Palm Tree
The shadow of the palm tree and the moonlightAnd a violin melody to melt the heart.The sound trembles and risesFrom the strings the pain pours out.Sing, violin, play your songHow deep is the dark and the silence all around,Your melodies will mend my broken heart.
Play, play, to your sounds how sweet the dream isPlay, play, the moon will hear my voice from high aboveOh, why did you charm me with your lips?You stole my heart then left me,Loving, hurting, in pain.
The violin is silencedThe moon is darkAnd in the silence, the echo of a melodyStill lingers.What and why, God only knowsWhy the world is cruel and mean.From the dust clouds you will reappearBeloved figure with a familiar face.A violin will playA gift of pleasant memories.
Play, play, to your sounds how sweet the dream isPlay, play, the moon will hear my voice from high aboveOh, why did you charm me with your lips?You stole my heart and left meLoving, hurting, in pain.