Willow song
E. Fellowes
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree.
Sing all a green willow:
With his hand on his bosom and his head upon his knee.
Sing willow willow willow willow,
sing willow willow willow willow
must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
willow willow willow,
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
He sighed in his singing and made a great moan.
Sing all a green willow:
I am dead to all pleasure my true love is gone.
Sing willow willow willow willow,
sing willow willow willow willow
must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
willow willow willow,
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
The mute bird sat by him was made tame by his moans.
Sing all a green willow:
The true tears fell from him would have melted the stones.
Sing willow willow willow willow,
sing willow willow willow willow
must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
willow willow willow,
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.
Take this for my farewell and latest adieu.
Sing all a green willow:
Write this on my tomb: that in love I was true.
Sing willow willow willow willow,
sing willow willow willow willow
must be my garland.
Sing all a green willow,
willow willow willow,
Sing all a green willow must be my garland.