The song rippled gently on the water at dusk
The factory in the twilight has flashed
The train is running fast
The window was ablaze with lights
Under the hawthorn tree, two young people are looking forward to me
When the loud whistle just stopped
I walked down the path to the tree
The breeze is blowing
Under the dense hawthorn trees
The wind ruffled the hair of the young Turner and blacksmith
Ah, the dense hawthorn trees are full of white flowers
Why is it sad, our hawthorn tree
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