She lay beside me like a branch from a tender willow tree   I was as still, as still as a river could be   When a rococo zephyr swept over her and me      She watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple light   Light watched the water ripple ripple ripple ripple she   I did some kind of dance, jaunty as a bee   I tried to look my best, a finch in wild mint vest   A fiercer force had wrenched her from where she used to be   I caught and caressed the length of her, a tender willow branch floating on me      Well maybe this was all, was all meant to be   Maybe this is all, is all that meant to be   A rococo zephyr crept up and stepped over her and me      Well I used to be sort of blind   Now I can sort of see