erschienen in der Jewell Box 2020

Underneath your branches I have spent so many hours
Looking at the sky, wondering why the trees are towers
The photos in my pocket are pictures of the past
A slim reminder of the rain that's hidden in the grass

And I can see, I can see the things I want to be
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
Bend your branches and defy the cloudless sky
And cry willow, cry willow, cry

Now I stand and watch the geese as they go South
Watch a while, willow as they fly o'er our house
I understand now fully well, the words are in my mouth
So put me on the goose's back and let us all fly South

And I can see, I can see the things I want to be
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
Bend your branches and defy the cloudless sky
And cry willow, cry willow, cry

And I can see, I can see the things I want to be
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
And cry willow, cry willow, cry
Bend your branches and defy the cloudless sky
And cry willow, cry willow, cry

© 1968