I come here when I'm lonely
To sit under the willow tree
And confide my happiness and fears
It's like part of the family
My friend shares all my private thoughts
It's brimming with my history
Seems I've spent so much of my life
'Neath this old willow tree
Sitting here in the evening mist
My soul overflows with grace
As if the tree was sent by God
To guide me to this place
His spirit always surrounds me here
The atmosphere brings me peace
An aura of love embraces me
My cares and woes released
When I am happy, He shares my joy
If I'm sad, He gives me sympathy
The tree actually seems to come to life
But with an air of mystery
Knowing all the tears that I have cried
When my heart was pained with grief
God, in all His celestial glory
Gives me comfort and relief
When my days on Earth are over
When my spirit has been set free
Who will sit beneath the willow?
And who will weep for me?
Kathleen McCoy EldridgeŠ
June 5, 2007
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