Meet me at the place where once
The two of us had seen
A Love, during the summer months,
A Love so pure and keen.
I held your heart and you held mine,
It seemed so never-ending.
Our Love made drunk like heavy wine,
Und'r a pine tree we were standing.
I think of 't now, 't has been so long,
The pine tree has grown old.
I wonder, wonder what went wrong:
Our Love has now grown cold.