While balancing the books of the Mandarin I'll fall in love with you, and anger him How could his daughter, beautiful Koong-se Fall in love with me, a secretary? The mandarin kicks me out, erects a poison fence Around the garden where, at water's edge You'll find the tiny sailing boat And in it, with a bead, the lines I wrote O willow tree, willow tree The pattern of my life is k**ing me Willow tree, willow tree The pattern of my life Your father tries to hitch you with a goon But in disguise I slip into your room We lie and kiss at water's edge Then steal away across the big blue bridge Your father's spies discover us In the house upriver, making love I'm swept away, you'll think I've drowned But, a few days later, I'll return You'll climb into my boat, I'll row with all my might To the tiny island where I'll write The man*scripts that seal our fate And bring your father's soldiers to our gate They'll put me to the sword, you will also die Burning in the house we lie inside Touched by our pa**ion, and our love The gods transform us into two white doves O willow tree, willow tree The pattern of my life is k**ing me Willow tree, willow tree The pattern of my life