The Willow Tree
I know a place where
we can go
and hide from every one
just part the branches of
the willow tree
and crawl away from the
sun
Some branches are low
but, most are high
and they wave away
in the wind
I wonder who they're
speaking to
as they dance when
the clouds move in
Oh, no! They won't,
They won't say a word
if you crawl up under
to hide
they know it's a secret
between them and you
by that you must abide
So, come with me to the
willow tree
and we'll hide 'til the sun
goes down
in the glow of the dark
we'll run from the park
'til tomorrow when we come
back around...
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