Crimson tree

She wanders the streets holding her red balloon
Looking for her crimson tree
Over the rainbows she strolls
Looking for her pot of gold
But it's not there
If no, then where?

She wakes up from dreaming feeling convicted
It's only early but already she is tired
She makes a coffee, puts on her shoes
On the train she falls down to her knees
They drove right past her crimson tree
She got off the train at the very next stop
And ran to the place she saw her crimson tree
The one from her dream

She lies down and looks to the skies
But her eyes see a face, unlike any other
He gently lies down, lies down beside her
He opens his mouth and freely says
Don't worry baby, i'm here to stay
The crimson tree's beautiful
But so, but so are you

She found her pot of gold that day
He wasn't rich, but his love was either way
Now hand in hand and heart and heart they lie
Under their crimson tree