The angel tree has grown so high And its roots are planted deep You'll never climb that willow 'Cause its trunk is awful steep Yeah the trunk is awful steep Seven miles south of the city Way on a windy hill The whistling branches of the angel tree Are calm at the evening still Magical coolness calms the breeze As the leaves talk freely at will And strange things happen to people Who go on to the windy hill The angel tree has grown so high And its roots are planted deep You'll never climb that willow 'Cause its trunk is awful steep Yeah the trunk is awful steep Men down here have gone up there And rested underneath her bough They slept long, what is wrong They never woke up again The angel tree has grown so high And its roots are planted deep You'll never climb that willow 'Cause its trunk is awful steep Yeah the trunk is awful steep Lalala-lalala-lalalalala Lalala-lalala-lalalalala, lalala-lalala Lalala-lalala-lalalala Lalala-lalala