Alone in the shadows of a willow tree. I watched from the dark. As you crossed through the park. Coming closer to me. Those brief moments return of the day we first met. The time we shared with that special care. Free from all jealousy. There must be a distant place. Far from every wrong face. Tears won't fall by chance. On this sweet romance .... Where the light of the moon and the lay of the land. Brightened the way of so many nights. Helping us understand. The line that we crossed to climb those hills. Gave us the strength to never fear. The hurting talk folks want to hear. There must be a different place. Far from every wrong face. Tears won't fall by chance. On this sweet romance .... When they hear of our last goodbye. They'll have to seek another dream to surprise. With desperate lies. As we parade far from these streets. We'll be side by side livin life in pride. With love's lullabye. There must be a distant place. Far from every wrong face. Tears won't fall by chance.