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.