Weeping willow, fox tails,
soft winds and roses
Held in your tiny hands the early fruits of spring
And rolling hills of daffodils as blonde as your hair
Weeping willow, fox tails,
soft winds and roses
Summer time's your playtime out in the meadow
Under a golden sun that blazes down all day
Your face is burned,
your freckles turn as brown as your hair
Weeping willow, fox tails,
soft winds and roses
Silhouettes of rain clouds dawn the horizon
And caressing the russet leaves that are falling in your face
You cast your eyes across the sky as grey as your hair
Weeping willow, fox tails,
soft winds and roses
Solitude on dark nights,
memories to treasure Hatches to batten down and weary fires to stoke
There's never been a winter scene as white as your hair
Weeping willow,
fox tails,
soft winds and roses
And finally,
remember me
And everything we shared
Weeping willow,
fox tails,
soft winds and roses