Willow, willow
Peter Warlock
A poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree;
sing willow, willow, willow!
With his hand in his bosom and his head upon his knee;
O willow, willow, willow, willow!
O willow, willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow; willow, willow, willow!
Aye me, the green willow shall be my garland.
A mute bird sat by him was made tame by his moans;
sing willow, willow, willow!
The true tears fell from him would have melted the stones;
sing willow, willow, willow, willow!
Sing willow, willow, willow, willow shall be my garland.
Sing all a green willow; willow, willow, willow!
Aye me, the green willow shall be my garland.