The wind whips around The Willow Tree's trunk
It sways and it bows as if it were drunk
The branches on the tree giggle with delight
But the one dead branch trembles in fright.

The one dead branch knows the wrath of the wind
And she knows her sisters are in quite a bind
But they never have listened, they never have seen
Exactly where their sister had been.

She had tried to warn them, she tried all that she could
She yelled and yelled, and she hoped that they would
Heed her warning, seize the day
But they did not, so come what may.

The wind whips around The Willow Tree's trunk
It sways and it bows as if it were drunk
The branches on the trees are now filled with fright,
But the one dead branch is no longer in sight.

The one dead branch on the willow tree screams,
"Help me! Help me! He's captured me!
He's taken me and made me screech!"
Screams the one dead branch on the willow tree.

The one dead branch on the willow tree screams,
"Save me! Save me! He's enchanted me!
Sweet talked me, then changed the scene!"
Scrams the one dead branch on the willow tree.

The one dead branch on the willow tree screams,
"Help you! Help you! Save yourselves!
If you don't you'll end up like me!"
Screams the one dead branch on the willow tree.

No branch on the willow tree screams,
They are all dead now confirming a prophesy.
And all because the others failed to listen to the
Screams of the one dead branch on the willow tree.