Abigail won't you take me to to the willow tree
And when we get there
I hope you'll 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 has a drink
Hold my hand, Oh Abigail
And tell me everything
Hold my hand, Oh Abigail
I won't let go for anything