Willow Tree
Oriole Songbird
GENRE Willow tree, willow tree, your branches sway
Willow tree, willow tree, night fades to day
Red robin, red robin, what do you say?
Singing softly
Willow tree, willow tree, why does she weep?
Many a maiden have cried in their sleep
Storms have corrupted the counting of sheep
In the swampland
I made a promise and they made a lie
I was deceived by the fire that flies
I am the child of misfortune's bride
I am the vessel of the horseman's ride
I am the holder of sorrow and pain
I am the smell of smoke before the rain
I am the mother of children of bane
In the dreamland
Deep in the fen is where misfortune strays
Townspeople whisper of an evil haze
They wish to burn the tree, set it ablaze
November winds
Red robin, red robin, he knows to flee
Villagers voices rising up with glee
No one would listen to the mother's plea
Let that tree live
It's a mistake cried the mother of dark
Without her the light surely cannot spark
Their fate was sealed as smoldered her bark
Release her spirit, forsaken monarch
Now she's just charcoal, the willow once great
Spirits will wander all vengeful with hate
The willow no longer keeps them enchained
Dark has fallen
Willow tree, willow tree, night fades to day
Red robin, red robin, what do you say?
Singing softly
Willow tree, willow tree, why does she weep?
Many a maiden have cried in their sleep
Storms have corrupted the counting of sheep
In the swampland
I made a promise and they made a lie
I was deceived by the fire that flies
I am the child of misfortune's bride
I am the vessel of the horseman's ride
I am the holder of sorrow and pain
I am the smell of smoke before the rain
I am the mother of children of bane
In the dreamland
Deep in the fen is where misfortune strays
Townspeople whisper of an evil haze
They wish to burn the tree, set it ablaze
November winds
Red robin, red robin, he knows to flee
Villagers voices rising up with glee
No one would listen to the mother's plea
Let that tree live
It's a mistake cried the mother of dark
Without her the light surely cannot spark
Their fate was sealed as smoldered her bark
Release her spirit, forsaken monarch
Now she's just charcoal, the willow once great
Spirits will wander all vengeful with hate
The willow no longer keeps them enchained
Dark has fallen
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