O little plum tree in the garden, you're
Aflower again,
With memories of a million springs and my
Brief years of pain.
O little tree, you have the power to find
Your youth again,
Grow young, while I grow old in tenderness
And wise in pain.
More verses by Lesbia Harford
- Weekend At Mt. Dandenong
- Street Scene—little Lonsdale St.
- Raging Winter Wind
- Though I Had Lost My Love
- Machinist Talking