I am a weeping willow, come lie down upon my pillow, and whisper all your
worries to me, for I am a willow tree.

And I shaln’t complain, though I sway sideways with the wind and downwards
with rain, let your thoughts wander to the astral plain, as you cry out your
sadness to me.

And in sobs and sighs you will come to understand, some of the greatness of
the higher hand that made me, the willow tree.

To sway and comfort all the day long, whether surrounded by those in despair
or song, you may always count on me, the willow tree.

I have heard the cry of those in love and those preparing for the journey up
above.

For peace and comfort they come to me, for I am a willow tree.

Why do I carry the burden of grief, that all of these people left with me,
because I’m a willow tree.

I am a weeping willow, come lie down upon my pillow and cry out your sadness
to me.

But to whom does a willow cry?


 
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