The Willow - And Also the Trees

Broken are the boughs of the willow

She walks beneath them to me

Up above the sky is rolling

With clouds so gracefully

I’m living in my yellow house

On the hill by the fields of green that sway

I cannot think of anything

She walks to me this way

Broken are the boughs of the willow

Broken are the boughs of the willow

She walks beneath them to me

There amongst the wild roses

That turn against the breeze

The easy smile of her mouth

And the waves in the distance silver grey

The glinting of her golden ring

The dying of the day

Broken are the boughs of the willow