Follow me down to the cherry tree
With ten thousand rose capillaries
So many sights still yet to be seen
Before the wilting of our dream

While the wind whistles a tune so sweet
Let’s dance with flowers in the summer heat
There’s plenty of time to swim in the stream
Before the wilting of our dream

I’m afraid now the hour is getting late
Soon my darling we both will awake
We can lay in the meadow of velvet green
To await the wilting of our dream

The turpentined clouds are the first to go
Melting away like wet April snow
The birds fall silent and the tulips careen
Into the wilting of our dream

Ashes an dust circling in the air
Slowly descend on your long golden hair
I stare at your face ‘till the last sunbeam
*Erases the memory of our dream