Oh willow tree,
What do you see, from your branches, which grow way up there,
How many years have you witnessed the tears, of the lover’s which seek solace here,
And how would you cope
If they tied a rope to one of the branches you bear,
And swung from the noose falling free, falling lose, as the wind blows your tassels of hair.
Oh willow tree,
What will it be, Will they come and take all that you’ve got,
Strip you down bare exposing you there as your wilter and crumple and rot,
And all of soles who walk the long road to see you in all of your might
Will shudder inside and the harrowing sight, at the damage they’ve caused in the fight,
Take it from me tree,
But I’m not that wise, you have been here for such a long time, lend me your words and ill Fight hard to speak but If we enter that battle we cannot be weak,
Teach us your ways tree; root us to the floor, we’ll armour our bodies and with strength we will draw, A picture of knight to rival up day
And in the shadows of darkness we’ll kneel down and pray,
Oh willow tree,
How you’ve sheltered me, through the love and the loss and despair, ill write it all down,
Put it in the ground and forget that it ever was there,
Burn it to a pulp as you witness my faults with my secrets you never will share,
For I trust in you like the others all do, with the insanity I regrettably bare.
Don’t take it from me tree, for I’m not that wise,
Without your advice, I lay by your side, begging you please, to never leave me
Alone at the sight were you’ve faithfully been
But alas they will come they will take you away with there weapons of war, with there greed lacking shame
They’ll tear you to the ground, and the crash of your sound Will echo to all that once shared
A secret with you now what will they do, when they see that you’re no longer still there.