Oh Willow Tree, Oh Willow Tree, 

For where you may be? 

Oh Willow Tree, the one that is filled with a blissful warmth, 

The one that is home to all yet none.  

The one that is rumored to have lived forever. 

Oh Willow Tree, Oh Willow Tree, 

For where may you be? 

For I have a question only you can answer for me. 

Oh Willow Tree, the one with leaves that are golden,  

The one who endures the pain and suffering of others and gives blessing that none have deserved, 

The one who come and serves in many forms. 

Oh Willow Tree, Oh Willow Tree 

For where may you be? 

For your tears are like echoes and your voice is like a siren’s song,

Yet your screams are like earthquakes that may rapture the ground,

And leave none to harm you.

Oh Willow Tree, Oh Willow Tree 

You lay wake at the edge of the world, yet are the first thing I see. 

For you are the paper that I write on,

The art that I see,  

And the air that I breathe.