Willow Tree

There was a girl named young Mary

Her heart was bold and her mind was free

She went to gather poppies red

Oh far away from her fathers shed

Oh how I whish to love

She said to her self and the birds above

Oh how I whish to know

If Id follow my heart where would I go

Through the woods and through the fields

She went she went with tired feet

She found some rest by a willow tree

Oh that is where my heart will be

She heard a whisper from behind

And on her shoulder hands so kind

Oh my dear young Mary

Said the young man all in green

May I take you to my land

Oh far away from all mankind

Poppis beauty youve ever seen

And all you longed for in you dreams

Now if you pass a willow tree

Will you think of young Mary

Her heart wos bold her mind was free

And since that day shes never more seen