The young man lay dying <br />He talked of his Mary <br />The beautiful Mary, who kissed him under <br />Under the truth tree <br />She said i know my young man <br />My young man who left me <br />To go to war <br />The war that lie over the sea <br />The Angel of death will search <br />But will not find you <br />My beautiful young man <br />Whom i just kissed under the tree <br />With my red lips that linger here for you <br />Mary my sweet Mary, the Mary who kissed me <br />Under the truth tree <br />Please wash your lips, my sweet mary <br />Wash your lips with the dew of the tree <br />When the wind blow gently through the valley <br />The valley of home <br />My voice will carry and rest in the tree <br />And i will hear you cry for me Mary <br />My sweet Mary, cry just for me <br /> <br />Written Wednesday October 2005<br /><br />Allan James Saywell<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/truth-tree/
