Willow Song

The poor soul sat sighing
By a sycamore tree
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her hand on her bosom
Her head on her knee

Sing willow, willow, willow, willow
Sing willow, willow, willow, willow
My garland shall be

Sing all a green willow
Willow, willow, willow
Sing all a green willow
My garland shall be

The fresh streams ran by her
And murmured her moans
Sing willow, willow, willow
Her fresh tears fell from her
And softened the stones

Sing willow, willow, willow, willow
Sing willow, willow, willow, willow
My garland shall be

Sing all a green willow
Willow, willow, willow
Sing all a green willow
My garland shall be
Shall be