"I wonder as I wander" through the wispy willow trees,
And as I wander I can't help but wonder if they're wondering at me?
What if every maiden who lived a tragic life, when she died became a willow with her spirit trapped inside?
That's why they're always weeping, and whisper to the wind, about the loves they lost forever and will never see again.
If you ever see the willows that grow near lonely roads, know that their branches bend in sorrow for their hearts bear heavy loads.
Why do the weeping willows watch ME so carefully?
Can it be that they are thinking earth will make a willow out of me?