I see my darling in each spray of summer sunlight I see my darling in the leaves that fall I see her walking in the rainy April sadness And hear her name in every bluebird call I told the possum in the guntree the rackoon on the ground Told everyone bout my darling of the happiness I found My heart would cry more than the weeping willow tree If my darling and her heart were not for me I told the possum in the guntree...