When I walk in a yellow wood,

I shall hold a red rose, sprung in June.

So long have you gone, from the perfect mood,

Please come back to me, and be my moon.

The star sparkles, and then it falls,

To where our shadows could be met.

If this is what destiny said to be false,

I want you come back to me, and be my light.

Wandering mountains to mountains——days,

Clearly, I want to find that red, red rose.

Folding it to you, and writing you the best script,

So, come back to me, and be my wife.

When I walk down the carpet, holding with someone I loved,

May I tell you the sweetest dream of my life.

If one day God set us apart, and shall I be the hero you admired,

Then, come back to me, and be my life.