Who has seen the wind? Neither you nor I but when the trees bow down their heads, the wind is passing by.
Love shall be our token; love be yours and love be mine.
Does the road wind up-hill all the way? Yes, to the very end. Will the day's journey take the whole long day? From morn to night, my friend.
Be the green grass above me, with showers and dewdrops wet; and if thou wilt, remember, and if thou wilt, forget.