One afternoon in London you walkedme through your garden
And show me those trees you planted for every love you had.
How we all would love to be remenbered
(She's looking for a happy ending)
I texted you on my journey, 'what tree would you plant for me?'
You wrote back, I'd be a Weeping Willow
A melancholy tree but the roots grow deep underneath
Because boy! she's a heavy feeder.
How we all would love to be remembered
(She's looking for a happy ending)
How we all would love to be remembered
(She's looking for a happy ending)
