Every night

Every night, every night when I go to bed

To the place of rest, I only do crying

When I remember the one whom I love

I go every day into the forest of Bois D'Amour

In hopes of seeing you come, searching the water

When I see you come through the woods

I leave my secrets on the leaves

You tell your secrets to a thing without importance

If you tell them to the leaves in the woods

When comes the rain, the wind, the storm

There are your lost secrets, young man

When comes the rain, the wind, the storm

There are your lost secrets, young man

It would be worth writing them in my heart

There, they would stay deeply, kind sage.

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