Cold breeze I seek,
Like the cold ice,
From the water creek.
Oh swaying tree with your tears running down,
Why do you always weep and frown,
Is it because your branches hang so low,
Or is it because your leaves are starting to go.
Faded bark coming upon your tree,
Brittle branches break, falling heavily,
Piles of leaves that lie calmly on the ground,
As the rest of the tree remains safe and sound.
Oh weeping willow, stop with your tears,
There is something to calm your fears,
You sway so proudly up in the sky,
Where birds can be free and live their spirits high.
So there dear weeping willow, where you shall safely remain,
Until your family reunite with you again,
Your leaves have left your branches and is now freely apart,
So there is no need for weeping as you will always remain in my heart.