Willow Creek

Under the willow tree,
The only willow by this creek,
The girl I want to see,
Lays waiting for me every week.

That is where she wants to be,
A place not so noisy or bleak:
Under the willow tree,
The only willow by this creek.

Her silent voice greets me.
This isn't because she is meek.
And now, though she is free,
A tear drop rolls off my cheek.

Under the willow tree,
The only willow by this creek.
A stone marking for all to see:
"Here be the one who made me weep."