I live in a wood, a cherry wood, which dwells beside the River.
Or so I think, yes, I think, for I do not know
I never leave my cherry tree, for then I will lose it
And never find my way home
But I think I can hear it in the Summer's Eve
As She runs down the Green, and I swear that I see
The deer and the fox all gather there
But I cannot be sure, as I never leave my cherry tree.