Coulds traveling the winters
Since you've swon a tiny seed
At riverside that day
Then lay upon the dark waves
Stream carried you away...
Slough then released the burgeon
That I never hoped to see
A fortune left to take
A willow grown of your will
Seem' you did not forsake...
Waters, may you travel near
Bring news from far of my dear
Until then I shall sleep in willow's womb
A baby in the tomb
Clouds travling the winters
And I no longer care
You're gone all the same...
Leaves caressing the dark waves
The willow is my name
