Out in the forest 
under a tree, lies a dream 
that you once told to me. 
Out in the desert, 
under a stone, lies a poem, 
that you once wrote to me. 

Baby, would you marry me 
under an apple tree 
or the bottom of the sea 
or maybe on a train to Spain 
or some nice place like that? 

And, baby, would you marry me 
on a mountain top or a traffic stop 
or maybe on a boat that floats 
into the great unknown? 

That would be a day to remember our love by. 

Out in the ocean, 
under a fish, lies a kiss 
that you once blew to me. 
And up in the sky, 
under a shroud made of clouds 
is all you mean to me.