The cherry trees all sang
On the road to Deptford Strand –
A million blossoms wild with hope for a day.
And Marlowe blew a kiss,
Then he gazed into his hand
On the road to Deptford Strand.
The lilacs sighed of love
On the road to Deptford Strand –
Of hours like worlds and kisses long as nights.
And Marlowe plucked a bloom,
Then he crushed it in his hand
On the road to Deptford Strand.
The hawthorn whispered death
On the road to Deptford Strand –
Its sweet scent wrapped around a crown of thorns.
And Marlowe slowed his pace
As the blood froze in his hand
On the road to Deptford Strand.
The willow bent in grief
On the road to Deptford Strand –
Its branches hanging like a mother’s hair.
And Marlowe snatched a leaf,
Then he cast it from his hand
On the road to Deptford Strand.
The yew tree had no words
On the road to Deptford Strand –
The yew tree simply watched the world go by.
And Marlowe hastened on
With a trembling in his hand
On the road to Deptford Strand.
