a tree in the park

when the noisy town lets its windows down

little slaves are free at night

then we'll soon retreet from the busy street

till the crowds are out of sight

there's a rendezvous for lovers

where we two can play

very near your door

shn the city's core

but it seems a millions miles away

meet me underneath our little tree in the park

no one else around

but you and me in the dark

just five minutes from your door-step

i'll wait for your step to come along

and the city's roar becomes a song

while i'm waiting

i discover more in your charms

suddenly i turn around and you're in my arms

and if there's a moon above you

i'll carve i love you" upon the bark