The Willow with her garment blown
Her dress unchanged sways in the breeze
The passing of years only she has known
Her dress unchanged sways in the breeze
The passing of years only she has known
For long she stands and much she sees
She dances on the carpet green
As children gather at her feet
Their laughs and smiles she's heard and seen
Until again gone; and gone is Summer's heat
Autumn visits with early nights
And rain hangs upon her like tears
Then Winter's chill falls from heights
As wool-clad folk dance on icy meres
The Willow with her garmet blown
Long she stands; many she meets
The nearby oaks creak and moan
As lonely years layer at their feet
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