我怕我的風兒的猛烈

會毀了所有美而真的花朵

我的太陽它照啊照啊

我的風兒它從未吹過

不過 一朵美或真的花兒

在樹上無從尋而見之

因為一切花長啊長啊

看上去雖美 卻華而不實

I feard the fury of my wind

would blight all blossoms fair & true

And my sun it shind & shind

And my wind it never blew

But a blossom fair or true

Was not found on any tree

For all blossoms grew & grew

Fruitless, false tho fair to see