The Cherry-Blossom Wand

(To be sung) I WILL pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand, And carry it in my merciless hand, So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes, With a beautiful thing that can never grow wise.

Light are the petals that fall from the bough, And lighter the love that I offer you now; In a spring day shall the tale be told Of the beautiful things that will never grow old.

The blossoms shall fall in the night wind. And I will leave you so, to be kind: Eternal in beauty are short-lived flowers. Eternal in beauty, these exquisite hours.

I will pluck from my tree a cherry-blossom wand, And carry it in my merciless hand, So I will drive you, so bewitch your eyes. What a beautiful thing that shall never grow wise.