In the shades of
The verdant forest
Tender and mild winds
Are washing the leaves

Echoing whispers
Lead me to valley
Where a tree stands in
silver dress

Leaves shaped of tears
Of sorrow and lonely tears
Gleaming in the light
Of the rising sun
The silvery leaves are
Covering all my tears
As I sit under
The Willow Of Tears

Whispers are calling
In Beaming dreamy air
On the meadow where
The willow and I

Wait for the mist [bad word] To dance on the silver pond
It slowly guides us
To eternal sleep

Leaves shaped of tears
Of sorrow and lonely tears
Gleaming in the light
Of the rising sun
The silvery leaves are
Covering all my tears
As I sit under
The Willow Of Tears