I open my door to breath,
The sweet fresh air that the rain brings in.
I look across the road and see,
A sweet cherry tree.
Oh how sweet those cherries do grow,
In the mist of summer's glow,
On the sunlit days',
The cherries' do shine.
Also, in the winter's rain,
Upon my window frame.
Always' the shine is the same,
The months' do pass,
The days'do go,
But one thing is sure, I do know,
The shine of that cherry tree glow.
