Diamonds from a willow tree
Music from the birds and bees
Perfume from a flower bed
And clouds of pillows for my head
Velvet grass and flutterbys
A sea of love that won't run dry
This is what you offered me
A fantasy, a dream you dreamed
But willows can't grow diamond rings
It's left over rain early morning sun, signs of spring
The music the birds make
Is just a sight of life that awaits
The velvet grass is windblown weeds
And flutterbys I've never seen
A sea of love I've never sailed
It's just a tale, another dream you dreamed
Where's the clouds for pillows send
Perfume don't grow in flower beds
A sea of love is just a sea
A willow tree is just a tree