Under the Willow Tree

Mike Frazier
So, it is a "yes, dear" that saves my life:
What is love, but a little strife?
Let's sit under the willow tree;
Let's sit for you, let's sit for me.

Darling, do not dread:
When it rains I'll protect your head;
In the morning you'll take your leave
As I stay, as I grieve.

I'll sit here by the window
Betwixt this love and this woe;
As I mourn your absence
Embracing loneliness, suspense.

Darling, do not fear:
I'll love you if it takes all year;
When you return I'll strum a tune
As you dance, as you swoon.

I'll take you places you've been before
And we'll enjoy them a little more;
Let's sit under the willow tree
Let's sit for you, let's sit for me.

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