Willow Tree

Willow tree Won't you come and walk down down down down to the bank Where the stones are arranged so delicately Spreading the leaves Of the branch that you did bring me down to my knees I felt like a beady-eyed Red-breasted thief Everybody knows What you get up to Late at night in the dark You are not alone You are not alone You are not a willow tree People come and gather slowly under your shade Carve their names into your bark with a blade Everybody knows What you get up to Late at night in the dark You are not alone You are not alone You are not a You are not a You are not a willow tree