Don't leave, stay with me.
Stay with me, oh blossom tree.
Stay with me and remind me
that not everything is lost,
as you peer over the garden wall,
to greet the concrete
with your tears.

Don't go, don't leave
and just stay with me.

Stay with me, my bodhi tree.
You wear your hearts upon your eaves,
leaving love over pavements;
leading love to a truth
more honest,
than ever I could hope to be.

Don't fly, nest here
for one more night,
and stay with me.

Stay with me, weeping willow tree.
Stay with me and show me
the beauty through anguish.
Tell me, tell me that even
in these joyless days
of all potential, but minimum wage,
that there will always be art.

Don't go, stay with me.

Stay with me, old birch tree.
Stay with me and remind me
of the stories from last summer.
Walk with me to the wishing well,
past the skinny dog and naked Adena.

We can laugh through an endless afternoon.
We can quit our jobs and marry the summer.
But for each gasp of breath, of happiness,
soon follows with me falling under.