there is a vine growing on my garden wall and it is brown and withered in the fall and in the spring its leaves are green and blossoms all aflame but spring or fall still i love you just the same there is a gate halfway down my garden wall and in the night i lock it bolts and all and in the day it s open wide to all who would come through but day or night it is never locked for you there is a tree growing by my garden gate and year by year it seems to stand and wait and here am i beneath the tree for i am waiting too and oh my love i will always wait for you1