Cranes and Memories of Love

Autumn winds against my window, sing a song of sorrow. Leaves are falling

from the trees. Frost is blooming in the garden. Cranes are flying on their journey

on the hard long road, I wish to follow them away. Cranes are flying

on their journey on the hard long road, I wish to follow them away.

Remember when we built a snowman together, just us two, and with our

little sled we tumbled laughing in the drift of snow. Remember when the

very first time you kissed me tenderly. Remember my dear friend,

it was long ago. Cranes are flying on their journey on the hard