I left my heart beneath a willow tree,
And there it lies, until you come for me,
We'll meet again, and lips will intertwine,
Then once again, your heart will be mine.
I wait for you, and hours turn to days,
The blackbirds sing, and vocalize their praise,
And when the cloak of night, is softly draped,
My place below the willow tree I take.
The messenger, he told me yesterday,
That you were gone, down death's dark narrow way,
I take a knife, and sit beneath the tree,
And now I can, with deathly eyes you see.
And now we dance, beneath that willow tree,
My heart is mine, however still it beats,
And as the golden morning fills the skies,
Beneath a willow tree, my body lies.