Painting by Johannessen
All the roses fallen,
All their petals shed,
All the summer’s over,
All its perfume fled.
All the loving’s over,
The stars die in the sky,
All the leaves are turning,
Now you’ve said your last goodbye.
All the winds are north winds,
All the geese have flown,
All the songs have ended,
With the love I called my own.
I will wait for you in springtime,
When the buds swell on the rose,
When the geese fly from the northlands,
When the sun melts winter snows.
I will wait here by the river,
Where you said that you were mine,
I will wait for you forever,
Though the sun forgets to shine.
Though the rose forgets to open,
Though the bird forgets his song,
Though the wind forgets its stories,
I will wait my whole life long.