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