there You might not recognize that you see Take the 2nd right at the 2nd light Pass cherry street go left It's the 2nd house with the willow tree I'll
: Oh as I sit under this weeping willow tree Pain and sorrow is all that I feel Deep inside of me its burning out of control That same sensation You
childhood As the little brown church in the vale There she sleeps close by the church in the valley Lies one that I love so well She sleeps, sweetly sleeps, neath the willow
regret Building up in side of me And I can hear all the things I could not see Those are the sounds of a woman leaving Stronger then the wind in a willow tree
Under the dying willow every thought disappear, under the ruined tree, there's an unresisteable calm. the solitude become a pleisure with supernatural
every woman, plus Won't give them the satisfaction, of reaction These bastards will have to kill me Spill my blood on the roots of this willow tree While
Suffering she bears, yet tender remains Soul of woman, with wisdom and grace Willow tree that weeps, sad but not unloved Cruelest winds of age, working
Drain me, suck the life from me Now my body weeps like an old willow tree They?re taking my life, they?re taking my individuality I?ve become another
is this what it seems Gotta know anyone believes How did I get lost, what's the final cost Could you please help me find the key Out here, under the willow tree
right Wishes can come true when you wish with all your might... In the shade of the willow tree My poor peasant promised to me. In the shade of the willow tree
Left after the weeping willow tree Right past my house down the alley To the chair in the room where I live and breathe I live and breathe Nothing ever
7. "Hush up, hush up, my parrot," she cried, "And light on my right knee. The doors to your cage shall be decked with gold And hung on a willow tree
(Ronnel) Willow weep for me, willow weep for me Then your branches bring along the stream that runs to sea Listen to my plea, Listen willow and weep
It's the end of the way that it used to be Sipping on my guilt under a willow tree cause I'm... Twisted Dancing in my head to a funked up beat Tripping
, little bird All of the good things you have heard Cause I need you, little bird To sing me a sweet song Ooh... Sing me a sweet song ooh... Underneath the willow tree
some reason to believe Congregation gathers down by the riverside Preacher stands with his Bible groom stands waitin' for his bride Congregation gone and the sun sets behind a weepin' willow tree