Passing By -

Butterflies around her eyes — fairies fly

Passing by passing by

Friendly voices from the trees — birds in the sky

Passing by passing by

Down by the riverside, down by the boats

Passing by passing by

Dying fish on the hooks, and the bloody knife

A fisherman smiles, the fisherman smiles

You’re crying, you’re crying

Sad absentminded, she walks her way

Passing by passing by

Where have the fairies gone, no butterflies

Passing by passing by

She walks her way, she’s walking home, she walks alone

A day has gone by, this day has gone by

Down by the riverside, down by the boats

She never passed by, never passed by

You’re crying, you’re crying