If you want to know love,

Walk along the crystal stream,

Past the enchanted dove,

Through a twilight dream.

Go to the weeping willow,

See her crying flowers,

Where she will let out a soft bellow,

As her wisdom reigns like showers,

There she will reveal that feeling,

She shall rejoice and hold you for a while,

Then give a reply, which shall send you reeling,

All you must do is smile.

With a soft tear and a wave goodbye,

You will walk to where you resign,

And look at the sun that begins to shy,

And you shall say this was a sign.