Come.

Come, there is a place

I know.

There is something to show you.

Is it a face?

No it is a thing for you to see.

Something I have wanted?

Something you have waited for.

Something fine,

Something silver, something gold?

Something old

Old?

And cold.

There.

Where?

Underneath the willow tree.

See?

I will not look

I would never look.

Beneath a willow tree again.

Why?

I can't remember.

It was dark. There were men,

I laid her there and ran away.

You mustn't ask me

I am afraid of a willow tree

A day

They lean.

At night -

But this is day.

I ran away.

I will not look.

I would not look then,

And I will never

Look beneath a willow tree

Again.