Somewhere Beneath the Willow Tree

In the shadowy glen

That the sun floods with light

And grows silent in the cold

Descent of night

Somewhere beneath the willow tree

We were young, and fresh, and free

Sharing the fruits of our youth

And acting with no regrets


It was there that the words

Those of love, first, were said

But neither knew the meaning

'Til the day we were wed


And then suddenly the life that sprang

That of worry, sorrow, pain

The sunlight was gone

In the glen, then, it rained


And we were to young to understand

That youth's impulse can never be

So we will grow old in the silken shadows

Somewhere beneath the willow tree

The End

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