Willow flowersG. BantockO willow flowers like flakes of snow,Where do your wandering legions go?Little we care, and less we know!Our ways are the ways of the wind;Our life in the whirl, and death in the drifts below.
← LibraryG. Bantock · songWillow flowersSong 4 of 6lyrics: Launcelot Alfred Cranmer-Byng after Yüan MeiAudio diction — free with sign-inTTS in 14 languages, loop passages, slow down lines.Sign in with GoogleSongWillow flowerslyrics: Launcelot Alfred Cranmer-Byng after Yüan MeiOˈəʊwillowwˈɪləʊflowersˈflaʊ.əzlikelˈaɪkflakesflˈeɪksofˈɒvsnowsnˈəʊ,Wherewˈeədodəyourjˈɔːwanderingwˈɒndəɹɪŋlegionslˈiːdʒənzgoɡˈəʊ?Littlelˈɪtəlwewˈiːcarekˈeə,andˈændlesslˈɛswewˈiːknownˈəʊ!Ourˈaʊəwayswˈeɪzareə(ɹ)theðəwayswˈeɪzofˈɒvtheðəwindwɪnd;Ourˈaʊəlifelˈaɪfinˈɪntheðəwhirlwˈɜːl,andˈænddeathdˈɛθinˈɪntheðədriftsdɹˈɪftsbelowbɪlˈəʊ.