A warm spring night under the skyscrapers
I stand under a blossoming tree
Each flower burning and sparkling in orange light
As a street lamp burns
From within its tangled branches.
The beautiful sight takes me back
to Nashville last spring,
And you - shimmering under a blossom tree too.
You, me, and a friend,
How I wished then that you could be mine,
The music of your spirit still ringing in my ears,
The music of your presence burning in my soul,
And spring with all its vivid beauties, 
Living wildly in your dark brown eyes.