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 father's shed

"Oh, how I wish to love!"

She said to her self and the birds above

"Oh, how I wish to know

If I'd 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 hеr shoulder hands so kind

"Oh, my dear young Mary"

Said the young man all in green

"May I takе you to my land?

Oh, far away from all mankind

Poppies beauty you've 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 was bold, her mind was free

And since that day she's never more seen