My pretty willow tree I cherish your charm. Tell me should I seek My Love Search till he is found. My Prince is somewhere near. Did he pass your gate? I know that for true love It is never late. So among the trees I run on tiptoes I put on my favourite ring. Dance on the fresh grass And sing my heart out, Oh, sing! All of Dearest Men, You know I was true. Was a time when love lost, My blue had a deeper hue. I know there's no escape When the pasion grows And there's no way out When the feeling flows. So among the trees I run on tiptoes I put on my favourite ring. Dance on the fresh grass And sing my heart, Oh, sing! Grandmother and mother tell me: Just choose and follow your way. But I answer My Beloved Ones: It's harder to do than say.