I walk under the weeping willow,

Its leaves soft as a pillow

It cries and weeps,

the branches sway and my heart sleeps

It watches the lake,

over a world that may be fake

I wonder next to the sleeping tree,

I wonder if it dreams of being free

its branches sway in the wind,

what has caused it to bend

With the willow I weep,

The tears I shed are the world's to keep

I walk under the weeping willow,

its leaves soft as a pillow