Underneath the Sycamore
A young man and his gentle miss,
stole away and shared a kiss,
and softly sighed in lover’s bliss,
underneath the sycamore....
Each was the other’s heart’s delight,
and met in secret in the copse that night,
and together stayed 'till the morning light,
underneath the sycamore....
They looked up at the rising moon,
and raised their voices as one, in tune,
and promised a wedding someday soon,
underneath the sycamore....
And they laid in the verdant glade,
whispering of the plans they made,
and loved and loved in the perfect shade,
underneath the sycamore.
