In the shades of The verdant forest Tender and mild winds Are washing the leaves. Echoing whispers Lead me to valley Where a tree stands in A silver dress Leaves shaped of tears Of sorrow and lonely years Gleaming in the light Of the rising sun. The silvery leaves are Covering all my tears As I sit under the Willow of Tears. Whispers are calling In beaming dreamy air On the meadow where The willow and I, Wait for the mist to come To dance on the silver pond. It slowly guides us To eternal sleep. Leaves shaped of tears Of sorrow and lonely years Gleaming in the light Of the rising sun. The Silvery leaves are Covering all my tears As I sit under the Willow of Tears.