Underneath The Willow Tree
Underneath the willow tree.
The loving birds do comfort me.
Their tale they tell just through their call.
They sing and tweet until night fall.
They show me calm and inner peace.
They give me hope and release.
When my time is over and my maker I must meet.
I hope a bird I do become for you to hear my tweet.
Then I will bring you all those things, that birds have brought to me.
Each time you come and sit beneath the beautiful willow tree.