He sat by the window,

Staring far into the distance.

Over the grassy field

In which he once lay

By his love.

He sat by the window,

Staring far into the distance.

Over the frigid river

In which he once swam

With his love.

He sat by the window,

Staring far into the distance.

Over the numerous flower patches

In which he once picked a flower

For his love.

He sat by the window,

Staring far into the distance.

Over the grassy field,

Over the frigid river,

Over the numerous flower patches,

To the window of his love.