If I hold you in my heart, you'll wither;
Become a thorn if I hold you in my eyes.
No, I'll make a place for you within my soul instead
So you'll be my love in lives beyond this life.

Are you, are you coming to the tree?
Wear a necklace of rope, side by side with me.
Strange things did happen here.
No stranger would let it be if we met up
At midnight in the hanging tree.

I'll break the fall for you, my dear.

Hang there like a fruit, my soul, Till the tree die!

Bid me despair, and I'll despair,
Under that cypress tree;
Or bid me die, and I will dare
E'en Death, to die for thee.

How shall I leave thee, oh! my love, And blooming progeny? If I without thee mount above,
'Twill be no heav'n to me.

I’ll follow thee and make a heaven of hell,
To die upon the hand I love so well.

I shall be like that tree; I shall die from the top.

Yet I will make you all love me and I will punish myself to spite your love.