Ah, me, the day you left me 
Was full of weary hours; 
But the tree 'neath which we parted 
Was rich with leaves and flowers. 

And from its fragrant branches 
I plucked a tiny spray, 
And hid it in my bosom 
In memory of that day. 

I know the endless distance 
Must shut you from my view, 
But the flower's gentle fragrance 
Brings sweetest thoughts of you. 

And, though it's but a trifle, 
Which none would prize for gain, 
It oft renews our parting, 
With all the love and pain.