Willow Tree

If I was some little swallow
Had little wings and I could fly
I'd light in the arms of my own true lover
And if any courting there I'd be by

If I were a little sparrow
Had little wings and I could fly
I would alight by the side of my own true lover
And there I'd sit till the day I die

I'd 'light up in some weeping willow
Weep for weeks, for months and years
I wouldn't eat nothing but weeping willow
And what I'd drink would be my tears