In Summer it's mellow,
In Winter we're gone.
Listening to stones,
And the crystal bird's song.
What made the willow so sad, you see?
Was it Spring's late arrival,
Or the sting of a bee?
Nature has its feelings,
But none can be sadder than the weeping willow tree.
Growing tears and love can learn,
To mix and blend, and live to be.
Love had its powers,
And tears sympathy.
But none can be sadder,
Than the weeping willow tree.
Cheering it up,
Is a sad ceremony.
Sadness or fullness,
What can it be?
What brings the tears to the weeping willow tree?
What brings it dow to touch you and me?
We might might sit and wonder,
But all cannot see,
What brings the tears to the weeping willow tree.
