But still! being but a tree one cannot ask them pines touched by his sleeve’s passing where to go I know not when he was buried glancing over the land going up that road ("to wait for a faraway person" sounding like the word for "pines") under the pines when spring came along the road my beloved prince he will have been perfect while the shining days are piled up how strangely awful to utter it on the death and burial of one prince this is a song. This is a song on the death and burial of one prince to utter it how strangely awful while the shining days are piled up he will have been perfect my beloved prince when spring came along the road under the pines (the word for "pines" sounding like the word "to wait for a faraway person") going up that road, glancing over the land when he was buried I know not where to go pines touched by his sleeve’s passing one cannot ask them being but a tree, but still!