Abigail

Abigail won't you take me to to the willow tree And when we get there I hope you'll recite Japanese What does it mean to win, I ask myself again Abigail, don't pretend Pretty flowers crush his heart on a world of make-believe Whispers floating words so soft Hands go walking down my sleeve Hold my hand, Oh Abigail And tell me everything Hold my hand, Oh Abigail I won't let go for anything Abigail won't you take me to to the willow tree Nighttime comes on strong But she is the sun and has a drink Hold my hand, Oh Abigail And tell me everything Hold my hand, Oh Abigail I won't let go for anything