Abigail

Abigail, won't you take me to the willow tree

And when we get there, I hope you 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 grabs a drink

Hold my hand, Oh Abigail

And tell me everything

Hold my hand, Oh Abigail

I won't let go for anything