Weeping Willow


My sweet Weeping Willow
That dear old friend of mine
The one who always sways around and listens to our cries
It listens to our tears
It listens to us cry
But even through all that we keep our heads held high

He sways all around us
We know that he is there
We know the Weeping Willow will wipe away our tears

We say goodbye to people
Goodbye my old friend
But we know that the Willow
Will hold us to the end

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