Passing Strange

The Cherry Tree

The Cherry Tree                              

by sloanranger

Pink blossoms fell from the tree,

made a carpet at our feet;

her pouty kisses made me seek -

one day beneath a cherry tree.

Her eyes sky blue, mine were green

her hair perfumed, her manner sweet -

lips so red I'd never seen,

that day, beneath the cherry tree.

Upon my cloak spread on the green

she trembled slightly but took a seat.

There was no one there, our act unseen,

that day beneath the cherry tree.

As tears fell later, from her cheek

I'd never, ever felt so mean;

I could not help myself, you see,

that day, beneath the cherry tree.

So all fair maids I do entreat,

save your kisses, be discreet.

He might mean well but do not meet -

your lad beneath a cherry tree.