[verse1] When first the rains of springtime fall, the willow bends to hear our call. We tie our ribbons to her bough, and whisper dreams we make her vow. [verse2] The forest listens, roots run deep, they guard the paths the children keep. Her silver leaves in moonlight gleam, she holds the thread of every dream. [chorus] O Willow fair, O gentle guide, your shade will keep our hearts inside. Through sun and storm, through dusk and dawn, you guard the road that we walk on.
