When I die tomorrow
tell it to the trees
how much I loved you.
Tell it to the wind
that climbs in the trees
and falls out of the branches
how much I loved you.
Tell it to a child
that is yet young enough to understand.
Tell it to an animal
perhaps just by looking at it.
Tell it to the brick houses
tell it to the city
how dear you were to me.


But do not tell a single human being
for they wouldn't believe you.
They wouldn't want to believe that
just a man
just a woman
that a human loved another human
as much as I loved you.