Tree Song - Bert Jansch

I wish I had a photograph

To let you see the way you smile

Upon my foolish heart

The words I do not know enough

I hope that you will find my song

A pleasing to your ear

You step beneath the midnight moon

To gather dewdrops for the sun

A Waiting until morn

Oh if I was a branched tree

I’d be the oak tree fast and strong

To win your gentle heart

And If I was one grain of corn

I’d wait till you did come along

To throw me to the wind

And if I was one silken thread

Embroidered all in cherry red

Upon your breast I’d lie

And if I was the alder tree

I’d burn it fiercely over thee

Our love would surely last

And if I was the hawthorn bush

And you did shelter under me I would not do you harm

And if I was one glass of wine

One sip from you would give me time

To take you by the hand

And all across the hills we’d go In search of what no-one does know

Except for you and I