The breeze makes the trees wave and chant
Goes better for willow trees though
When the red eyed sun comes yawning
Wish the meadow makes the morning
This starts another day
Nature lends her subtle bounty
Seasoning this rustic county
Cares are all rolled away
The breeze makes the trees wave and chant
Goes better for willow trees though
One small meadow for tall willows
Murmur as the autumn wind blows
Summer was everything
Hanging by the meadow river
Winter makes the willow shiver
Suddenly there is spring
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