Down in the willow garden, me and my love did meetAnd as we sat
It’s up in the morning it’s on the downsAnd little white clouds like gamboling
When you’re feeling like a loverNothing really matters anymoreI saw you standing there in
Across the oceans across the seas, Over forests of blackened trees. Through valleys so
This garden that I built for youThat you sit in now and yearnI will