Under Branches

Where did the man go? Where is the hero? He'd like to see you Under branches, looking into a stream An ordinary day And the leaves seem to fall upside down They're making a crown For the man who wishes to stay Even though he is afraid Overlooking just what he is looking for An ordinary day And the sun seems to say "Welcome home You don't have to roam anymore" Under branches, looking into a stream Glorious Heavens! It's a swallow Now, that I'm certain There's no one to blame Now, that I'm certain I am ashamed I could never tell if I loved her There was always more than another Every day I tried to arrest her Thought I was a cop, not a jester It doesn't matter Whether I'm right or wrong Begging your pardon I'll set ya free, so long Can I look at your beauty? Can I look at your beauty? Can I look at your beauty As deep as I can see? As deep as that may be?