Clandestine Tree by OwlFoot

Lovers meet by the old lake's tree,
From midnight on to half past three.
Lovers meet by the old lake's tree,
Who want to meet clandestinely.

And when the day begins anew,
Adorning the old tree with dew,
Whom else, but us, this meeting knew?
None else, my sweet, but me and you.

Tonight, again, by Old Lake's Tree.
We'll meet again, most secretly.
When the moon falls dark, none can see,
None else, my love, save you and me.