The lady

To the lady,
of fa la so,
thy heart has gathered thyself,
my gracious has become stronger,
your tears, the pleasing ointment nutured the seed,

thy tree had grown,
but it will keep growing,
fear not for it's change

my dear,scare for not,
for thy hope is there,
the future will change,
good or bad,

hold on and see,
because thy hope is there,
for you to see the beauty.