The quiet of the willow tree
beckons the quiet inside of me
outside my open window it sings a song
whispering lyrics all winter long…
there’s a rhythm of the local train
a back up beat that remains the same
I hear it in the dark of night
with the moon outside shining bright
calming me with soothing light
Oh, I love the quiet of the willow tree
beckoning the quiet inside of me
swaying me gently like a lullaby…
swaying my dreams up toward the sky
as I hear the train whistle blow on by.