The Willow Tree

The willow tree, the willow tree, 

Let us cry with the willow tree. 

I am not sad, 

I am not angry; 

I no longer feel.

 But the willow tree, 

The willow tree,

 The willow tree is weeping,

 And the weeping is its beauty, 

So let us cry with the willow tree.

The willow tree, the willow tree,

Let us dance under the willow tree.

I am not sad,

I am not angry,

I no longer feel.

But the willow tree,

The willow tree,

The willow tree is weeping,

And the weeping is its beauty,

So let us cry with the willow tree.

The willow tree, the willow tree,

Let us sit under the willow tree.

I am not sad,

I am not angry,

I no longer feel.

But the willow tree,

The willow tree,

The willow tree is weeping,

And the weeping is its beauty,

So let us cry with the willow tree.

The willow tree, the willow tree,

Bury me under the willow tree.

 I am not sad,

I am not angry,

I no longer feel.

But the willow tree,

The willow tree,

The willow tree is weeping,

And the weeping is its beauty,

So let us cry with the willow tree.