The Cherry Tree

The cherry tree knows me well, my thoughts, my dreams, my kiss and tell. Experiments of love and youth, he shielded me, he was my roof. We carved our names for all to see, we grew beneath that cherry tree. The second world war called you away, beneath the cherry tree I cried, I prayed. I waited there through day, through year, so longing again your voice to hear. You died in battle just twenty three, yet I still wait in dreams, beneath our cherry tree.