Willow - Jasmine Thompson

Down by the water, under the willow

Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow

He and his wife, once lived happily

Planted a seed, that grew through the reeds

Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers

Sat by the water close to the embers

Missing out the lives that they once had before

I wouldn’t leave you

I would hold you

When the last day comes

What if you need me

Won’t you hold me

On the last day

Our last day

Mr and Mrs, dreamed of a willow

Carving their names, into their willow

If he had spoken, love would return

Spoken inside, too soft to be heard

Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers

Sat by the water, remembering embers

Missing out the lives that they once had before

Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh…

Somewhere the timing will all come together

The mishaps will turn into sunny Decembers

The lovers will be able to find their willow

Ahhhhh, Ahhhhh…