Willow, oh willow

The saddest of the trees

In the sunlight it weeps,

The sad limbs swing.

As I sit and tell my feelings,

The willow listens quietly.

I keep talking.

It doesn't try to flee.

Willow, oh willow

I will plant you

In my yard you will be.

And in time,

Some other little girl,

scared and alone

she will plee.

And you will once more listen.

Like you did with me