
Take me back to our secret place
above the hill where the old willow tree
stood for as long as we lived
Where you told me that you loved me
under the curtains of stars
The same place where you confessed to me
how you fell in love with someone else
Take me back to our secret place
above the hill where the old willow tree
stood weeping as you lay me down
beside its familiar mellow ground
© P. Bunnykins
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