If you wept under the Willow Tree, would anybody hear it?
The willow's weeping with you so you know she'll keep your secret.
Her branches winding down around you as if she's searching for your embrace,
You reach around and hold her tightly, whispering "just in case"
Maybe the willow wept a little less that day, or maybe you just dreamed it.
But seeing is believing so inside you do believe it.
