The Willow

I go down to the river
And I sense his pride
I know he's there
I go down to the willow
And I feel his hands
That worked the land so hard
He worked so hard

HeyWhen the wind blows cold
There's a place I go
Down to the river
To the willow I go
I see his face
Carved in the willow
And it keeps me warm

Smiles for the men and the children
He would never say
A single word to harm
Cigarette always hanging
And he drove his tractor
Always going nowhere
His paradise

HеyWhen the wind blows cold
Therе's a place I go
Down to the river
To the willow I go
I see his face
Carved in the willow
And it keeps me warm

Hands so warm
Strong rough like diamonds
On my shoulders
Like diamonds

HeyWhen the wind blows cold
There's a place I go
Down to the river
To the willow I go
I see his face
Carved in the willow
And it keeps me warm
It feels like home
Like home