I listen to the willow weep
Somnambulant with rooted feet
As shadows chase an empty moon
And winter wanders in too soon
Her skirts are rustling dark and bleak
They settle on the cold and weak
And whisper sweetly in their ears
Could you settle here
Won't you linger near
Black widows dress themselves for sleep
In shrouds they weave
They weave
They weep
Winnowed out like chaff from wheat
That silence sowed beneath our feet
And separate a year too soon
You left me with the harvest moon
Her skirts are rustling dark and deep
They settle on the cold and weak
And whisper sweetly in their ears
Could you settle here
Won't you linger near
Black widow...
