A tree in the meadow de Margaret Whiting

There's a tree in the meadow
with a stream drifting by
and carved upon that tree i see
"i love you till i die"
i will always remember
the love in your eye
the day you carved upon that tree
"i love you till i die"
but further on down lovers' lane
a silhouette i see
i know you're kissing someone else
i wish that it were me
by that tree in the meadow
my thoughts always lie
and wherever you go, you'll always know
i love you till i die