Weeping willow

By a stream.

"Tell me, child,

What you dream."

"Ancient one who

Is clothed in green,

Of money! Of money!

Is what I dream!"

Weeping willow

By a stream.

"How sad it is

Of this you dream."

Weeping willow

By a stream.

"Tell me, child,

What you dream."

"Oh wise one,

Old yet keen,

Of power and glory

Is what I dream!"

Weeping willow

By a stream.

"How sad it is

Of this you dream."

Weeping willow

By a stream.

"Tell me, child,

What you dream."

"Oh wise one

With branches of wire,

To have happiness

Is my only desire."

Weeping willow

By a stream.

"How wise you are

Of this to dream.

Money is poison

If held to long,

And Power and Glory

Don't hold quite strong.

But a dream like one

Such as joy

Is one that will

Not yourself destroy."