מילים לשיר The Willow Song – אסתר עופרים

The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing willow, willow, willow
With his hand in his bosom, and his head upon his knee,
O willow willow willow shall be my garland. Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow; Aye me the green willow must be my garland! He sighed to his singing, and made a great moan, Sing willow, willow, willow; I am dead to all pleasure, my true love, she is gone. O willow willow willow shall be my garland. Sing all a green willow, willow, willow, willow; Aye me the green willow must be my garland!.