How many those are standing?
Have seen one hundred years
All the wars that there has been
And the shed of many tears.
In wintertime bleak and bare
Spring and summer full of leaf and bloom
Many stories can be told of these
Where romances were made and some ended too soon.
Through time they have witnessed in silent
Wars and tragedies, love and heartache
Many secrets they will carry with them
To the end of their lives, where secrets they will take.