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