My love has died, so has the leaves of our willow tree
My mother weeps, my father sleeps
So meet me at the willow tree
A basket full of bread, a bottle with white wine
No worries in my head
Just hear the leaves chime
Oh love, my dear, we meet again last time at the hallow oak
Now at this beautiful willow
I heard the news your wife is dead
My love too left me
So dine with me and rest your head
As we watch the willow seed grow
Don't go my love, I'll miss u so, run off on your horse with my flowers in hand, come back soon so we will finish our bread and drinks the last drops of this wine.
My mothers gone, my father drinks
He has a hole in his distant heart that only love could fill
You sat by me, under our beloved willow tree
I heard the news your sisters gone, I too know the pain the journeys long
But my love you still have me to love and me to hold
Again u leave, me on the grass of the roots of our tree
Now fathers dead, I have no one now
My love you see I'm filled with pain. Only you can stop, oh dear your sick your hands are hot,
Sleep now under our wonderful willow tree
I love you my love, you say to me, I always will forever be your one true hope and love
Off you go on the stalion of a horse
The next days come, I sit alone, no wine nor bread, just an empty basket, for my love has died, I'm all alone, just me and his corps.
I burry you now, under the leaves and grass, for I will never forget where my heart last, so one day again you shall meet me at the willow tree
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meet me at the willow tree
Poetryabout two lovers who hate there lives and always meet at this one willow tree