• Under a Willow tree,
    I watched as people passed by me.
    With my arms folded gently,
    I sit here patiently.

    Under the Willow leaves,
    My heart still grieves.
    For my father who isn't with me,
    My father who I miss so desperately.

    Sitting beside the Willow bark,
    I stay up well past dark.
    In this quiet, dim-lit park,
    This old town's only landmark.

    Under the Willow tree,
    I grieve your loss
    And wish you were with me.
    My heart beats more rapidly,
    When I think of your face
    Smiling wide at me.