By weathered tree  the lover stood
and carved his lover's name
and with same knife he spilt his blood
the night she never came

By weathered tree the lover cried
and broke her gentle heart
for love he'd  lived and love he'd  died
for fate kept them apart

By weathered tree two lovers lay
within a floral bed
and it is said up to this day
the heart he carved once bled

By weathered tree were lover's wend
to promise each their hearts
for once where love was thought to end
in fact was where love starts.