Weeping Willow
Weeping Willow
Weeping willow
What makes you weep?
Why does your limbs hang low?
Why do you have to stand alone?
Weeping is what I do
It's not because I'm blue
That's just what I do
But weeping willow
You look so sad
What makes you happy?
Why the sun in my branches
The wind that wakes my soul
The birds that sit upon me
And sing there sweet song
I sway with the rhyme of the wind
Weeping is how I look
I'm really not that sad
That's just how I look
I wake with the morning sun
And I sleep when the day is done
And wait until tomorrow to have the same fun
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