There Is a Vine

There is a vine

Growing on my garden wall

And it is brown

And withered in the fall

And in the Spring

Its leaves are green and blossoms all aflame

But Spring or Fall

Still I love you just the same

                        

There is a gate

Halfway down my garden wall

And in the night

I lock it bolts and all

And in the day it's open wide

To all who will come through

But day or night

It is never locked for you

There is a tree

Growing by my garden gate

And year by year

It seems to stand and wait

And here am I beneath the tree

For I am waiting too

And oh my love

I will always wait for you