Swinging by under the willow tree
Thinking sweetly of only you and me
Of how days we spent could only go by
Nostalgic memories they carry to the sky
Hear, my love, ''tis beauty of notes
That sings of my loneliness, my love and my hopes
As the sunset laces promises round the sky
As the birds stretch their wings to say goodbye
If maybe we'd meet again, under this willow tree
I pray that would be the day I'd ask, " Will you marry me?,"