(Music: can be sung to the tune of "The Lady" by Jodi Krangle/new Words: Aryana)
She stands in the graveyard, she stands old and tall
Her branches she gently bowes down.
She stands year for year from winter to fall
And embraces those who come to mourn.
Chorus:
The Willow is faithful, she will keep her watch
she weeps with the sad ones and she gives them new hope.
The Willow will comfort the young and the old
with the song the wind plays in her leaves.
In spring there is hope in the first green she grows,
and in summer her green leaves will sing.
In autumn her cloak turns to red, brown and gold,
and in winter she sleeps in the snow.
Chorus:
The Willow is faithful, she will keep her watch
she weeps with the sad ones and she gives them new hope.
The Willow will comfort the young and the old
with the song the wind plays in her leaves.
Bridge:
Old Willow tree
sing your song to me!
The Willow has seen many families mourn
She witnessed their loss and their grief.
She stands there to tell them that life will go on
That their dear ones will peacefully rest.
Chorus:
The Willow is faithful, she will keep her watch
she weeps with the sad ones and she gives them new hope.
The Willow will comfort the young and the old
with the song the wind plays in her leaves.
Bridge:
Old Willow tree
sing your song to me!
Time keeps on turning, the seasons go by
And flowers grow bright on the graves.
The stones they will crumble to dust and decay
And the names are forgotten and gone.
Chorus:
But the Willow is faithful, she will keep her watch
She remembers and weeps and she stands there for hope.
She′ll comfort each wanderer passing her by
And the tired find rest at her feet.
And the tired find rest at her feet.
There is a graveyard in my hometown Emden, where my grandparents are buried.
In the middle of this graveyard stands an old, ravishingly beautiful
weeping willow.
These words came to my mind when I watched the tree, and since I love "The Lady" so much, I dared to write a filk of my own on the tune by Jodi Krangle.