She lay beside me like a branch from a tender willow tree
I was as still, as still as a river could be
When a rococo zephyr swept over her and me
She watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple
Light light watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple
She did some kind of dance, jaunty as a bee
I tried to look my best, a finch in wild mint vest
A fiercer force had wrenched her from where she used to be
I caught and caressed the length of her
A tender willow branch floating on me
Well maybe this was all, was all meant to be
Maybe this is all, is all that meant to be
A rococo zephyr crept up and stepped over her and me
Well I used to be sort of blind
Now I can sort of see