I wish I had a photograph
To let you see the way you smile
Upon my foolish heart
The words I do not know enough
I hope that you will find my song
A pleasing to your ear
You step beneath the midnight moon
To gather dewdrops for the sun
A Waiting until morn
Oh if I was a branched tree
I'd be the oak tree fast and strong
To win your gentle heart
And If I was one grain of corn
I'd wait till you did come along
To throw me to the wind
And if I was one silken thread
Embroidered all in cherry red
Upon your breast I'd lie
And if I was the alder tree
I'd burn it fiercely over thee
Our love would surely last
And if I was the hawthorn bush
And you did shelter under me
I would not do you harm
And if I was one glass of wine
One sip from you would give me time
To take you by the hand
And all across the hills we'd go
In search of what no-one does know
Except for you and I