我怕我的風兒的猛烈
會毀了所有美而真的花朵
我的太陽它照啊照啊
我的風兒它從未吹過
不過 一朵美或真的花兒
在樹上無從尋而見之
因為一切花長啊長啊
看上去雖美 卻華而不實
I feard the fury of my wind
would blight all blossoms fair & true
And my sun it shind & shind
And my wind it never blew
But a blossom fair or true
Was not found on any tree
For all blossoms gre; grew
Fruitless, false tho fair to see