I have come to bury Love
Beneath a tree
In the forest tall and black
Where none can see

I shall put no flowers at his head
Nor stone at his feet
For the mouth I loved so much
Was bittersweet

I shall go no more to his grave
For the woods are cold
I shall gather as much of joy
As my hands can hold

I shall stay all day in the sun
Where the wide winds blow
But oh I shall cry at night
When none will know