• Weep not my willow tree
    Your branches hanging downward
    Reaching down for me

    The crisp autumn air
    Swaying you to and fro
    Whistling through your hair

    Bending you not breaking
    You endure the winter cold
    But in the spring awakening

    You live on for many years
    For a time your leaves will fall
    Looking much like tears

    But do not cry sweet willow
    Weep not for me
    Though the days for you are hollow

    The sun shines bright
    Glistening off your emerald leaves
    And showing me your might

    So though you reach down for me
    Your branches hanging low
    Weep not my willow tree

    You will live until tomorrow