Three more days to go,
the old willow tree weeps...
Her lover is not far,
just across the creek.But dreams are dreams,
they are not true...
The poor old willow,
if only she knew.
Her lover was fair,
he was not cruel...
Hadn't she ever been tought at school.
He felt the same,
he loved her as much...
He was her Valentine,
who was too far to touch!