Samuel Barber — Under the willow tree

[DOCTOR] Under the willow tree Two doves cry, two doves cry Under the willow tree Two doves cry Where shall we sleep, my love? Whither shall I fly? Where shall we sleep, my love? Whither shall we fly? The wood has swallowed the moon The fog has swallowed the shore The green toad has swallowed The key to my door [ANATOL] Charming, charming! I wish I could compete with you, doctor [DOCTOR] Nonsense, young man. Give me your hand, and I'll show you the steps. Right foot first. Back, then left. Forward, slide. One, two, three. Reverse, two, three. One, two, three. One, two, three. Left foot. Right foot [VANESSA AND ERIKA] Under the willow tree Two doves cry, two doves cry Under the willow tree Two doves cry Where shall we sleep, my love? Whither shall I fly? Where shall we sleep, my love? Whither shall we fly? The wood has swallowed the moon The fog has swallowed the shore The green toad has swallowed The key to my door