Beneath the moon's cold silver shawl
The river hums an ancient call
Where roots of sorrow gripped the clay
A lover's vow now washed away
Her apron stained with time and dew
She traced his name in morning's hue
But the willow wept where his shadow fell
And the wind wrote tales it dared not tell Oh,
the willow bends where the waters flow
Its tears are leaves in the undertow
A fiddle sighs where the road divides
For love's a ghost that the tide can't hide Sing,
oh,
sing,
neath the crow's black crown
The earth remembers what we lay down
He marched to a drum of iron and frost
Through fields where the poppy's pledge was
lost
The mandolin strung
a widow's tune
As the hearth grew cold neath the harvest moon
She braided her hair with nettle thread
And whispered to stones where the wild time
led But the accordion's breath,
like a storm unspent
Carried the ache of the years he'd spent Oh,
the willow bends where the waters flow
Its tears are leaves in the undertow A fiddle sighs where the
road divides For love's a ghost that the tide can't hide Sing,
oh,
sing,
neath the crow's black crown The earth remembers what we lay down
The crow flies low with a ribbon of rust
A token frayed by the war's cruel thrust
The church bell tolls for the unsung dead
And the willow's roots cradle the word's unsaid
Oh,
the road to home is a winding thread
Stitched through the heart where the past is fed
Now the river's tongue licks the
weathered stone
And the willow's bark wears a name alone
The stars hung low of a love undone A
flicker of flame where no fire's burned
Dawn still breaks in her weathered hands
As she sows the dust in the fallow land