I Have Come To Bury Love Beneath A Tree, In The Forest Tall And Black Where None Can See. I Shall Put No Flowers At His Head, Nor Stone At His Feet, For The Mouth I Loved So Much Was Bittersweet. I Shall Go No More To His Grave, For The Woods Are Cold. I Shall Gather As Much Of Joy As My Hands Can Hold. I Shall Stay All Day In The Sun Where The Wide Winds Blow, But Oh, I Shall Cry At Night When None Will Know.