Seeking My Love
My pretty willow tree
I cherish your charm.
Tell me should I seek My Love
search till he is found.
My Prince is somewhere near.
Did he pass your gate?
I know that for true love
it is never late.
So among the trees
I run on tiptoes
I put on my favourite ring.
Dance on the fresh grass
and sing my heart out,
Oh, sing!
All of Dearest Men,
you know I was true.
Was a time when love lost,
my blue had a deeper hue.
I know there's no escape
when the pasion grows
and there's no way out
when the feeling flows.
So among the trees
I run on tiptoes
I put on my favourite ring.
Dance on the fresh grass
and sing my heart,
Oh, sing!
Grandmother and mother tell me:
Just choose and follow your way.
But I answer My Beloved Ones:
It's harder to do than say.