I will meet you at the old tree
I will wear my red cloak that you
may know me when I come
As I weave my way through the thick
mist
And you will not be confused by
the many colors set to entrance you
Yes, meet me at the old tree, once
again
I will wear my green cloak so you
will know who I am
I will hide in the woods and wait
for you
And I will not be fooled by the
other colors set to distract me
Then I will stand guard for you at
the old tree
I will stay shrouded in my red
cloak
That no other may look upon me
I will not let the wind tear it
from me
I will not let any burdens dull
its glory
The dance at the old tree. |
I will watch you secretly as you
adorn the old tree like a flower
I will be hidden from view, that
none may know me
To make sure that you are mine
To make sure that you shine just
for me
To make sure that you have not
forgotten me
Together, then, in a brief dance,
as before
In a place where no other life
exists but us
We will whirl around and around in
love and joy
Then we will shed our heavy
cloaks, no longer needed
And once again, we will fly away