I reeve her up windnThen give her the one to sailnAnd weeds grow to hold menI decide not to go to seannIn there I sit with your glovenSewing a small end that I shouldn't hadnWhen outside the door I see nWhere you hide below the old treenn(In the place we love)nnI've played before your waynI ran out, but there you gavenWhere you'd hide, but I can't follownStill out of sight, you left me a cluennWhere trees grow near the rivernAnd many months ago we formed a fort therenWhere grasses make us playnAt your hest to mow the waynnAnd I went looking under the old treenAnd I carved your namenBut I rived in two the place under the treenBut I recovered the half you left for me