Kissing Tree

Staring at the painting in the corner of a garden
 I remember being here with you
 Underneath the woven roof of latticed wood and ivy
 And the hissing summer leaves
 You were twelve and I thirteen
 We called this place "kissing tree"
 Remember how we found them, the painting of the angels
 They were put out for the garbage men
 With folded wings and holding hands
 And in the darkened corner of a garden by the sea
 We made for them a canopy of latticed wood and summer leaves
 Ah, kissing tree
 Ah, kissing tree
 Resting in the feeling of my hands inside the earth and I see
 Ghosts inside the greenery in the shifting scenery
 Of dancing light upon the rising shadows on the leaves
 I remember vividly the angels and the kissing tree
 On the day we found them, the painting of the angels
 There was broken glass along the shore from the rains the night before
 In your mother's garden as we lay upon the leaves
 I was twelve and you thirteen underneath the kissing tree
 Ah, kissing tree
 Ah, kissing tree
 Ah...
 Staring at the painting in the corner of a garden
 I remember being here with you
 Underneath the woven roof of latticed wood and ivy
 And the hissing summer leaves
 I remember vividly the angels and the kissing tree