In the quiet of her room, beneath the willow's shade,
A young girl's heart in silent shatter laid.
Sixteen summers young, with eyes like morning dew,
Now glossed with tears, as sorrow through them blew.
Tears of the Willow
In the quiet of her room, beneath the willow's shade,
A young girl's heart in silent shatter laid.
Sixteen summers young, with eyes like morning dew,
Now glossed with tears, as sorrow through them blew.