Willow tree
Won't you come and walk down down down down to the bank
Where the stones are arranged so delicately
Spreading the leaves
Of the branch that you did bring me down to my knees
I felt like a beady-eyed
Red-breasted thief
Everybody knows
What you get up to
Late at night in the dark
You are not alone
You are not alone
You are not a willow tree
People come and gather slowly under your shade
Carve their names into your bark with a blade
Everybody knows
What you get up to
Late at night in the dark
You are not alone
You are not alone
You are not a
You are not a
You are not a willow tree