She was so prudent In her earlier days Innocent in her approach Youthful with a curious mind Sending off the signals Far into the dark So nervously in her chair She is waiting for a glint of light Gazing into the unknown Into the black emptiness Alone in silent hours As age passing by Hour become days become years Grey hair count the days Oh.I will miss the green meadows And not this rugged table The wood is burnt out The coffee is cold The endless wait Has left her dry