Sarah Slean

Willow tree by the sea
Where the gods lie,
How I love to look at you
With all my aching eye
Winter comes, winter kills,
Let it go by
There'll be better days
Willow
Don't cry
Little star, shine afar
In the dark sky
You're the one I'm wishing on
With all my weary might
Tell the trees, if you please
That it's alright