Under the balcony I sang her my song.
Next to the moonlit stream I strummed as she strolled along.
Yes, thought trickled through my head,
like water down a stream of how love evaded me, evaded me.
Where the willows weep I weep, and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.


Beautiful lovely roses now withered in my hand.
Towards love I'm drawn by hope yet now its just a single strand.
Yes love she has surely gone she's left like a leaf
floating down this quiet stream, down this quiet stream.
Where the willows weep I weep and like a sheep my heart bleats for love,
love, love, love.


Lyrics by Davyd Homan