I fell asleep in your arms,
Your sweet innocent skin.
Your radiant and glowing charm,
Makes me want to uncontrollably grin.
You held me against your chest.
Below the chestnut tree.
Life seemed careless when we'd rest.
We'd just stay there and let our minds flee.
The words bounced from his mouth like peas.
As I'd remember that that autumn I was called beautiful,
I closed my eyes below the orange chestnut tree.