Willow - Jasmine Thompson

Down by the water, under the willow 
Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow. 
He and his wife, once lived happily 
Planted a seed, that grew through the reeds. 
Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, 
Sat by the water close to the embers. 
Missing out the lives that they once had before. 

I wouldn´t leave you, 
I would hold you, 
When the last day comes. 
What if you need me, 
Won´t you hold me 
On the last day, our last day. 

Mr. & Mrs., dreamed of a willow 
Carving their names, into their willow. 
If he had spoken, love would return, 
Spoken inside, too soft to be heard. 
Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers, 
Sat by the water, remembering embers. 
Missing out the lives that they once had before. 

I wouldn´t leave you, 
I would hold you, 
When the last day comes. 
What if you need me, 
Won´t you hold me 
On the last day, our last day. 

Oooooo 
Oooooo 
Ooooo. 
Oooooo 
Oooooo 
Ooooo. 

Somewhere the timing will all come together, 
The mishaps will turn into sunny Decembers. 
Lovers, will be able to find their willow. 

I wouldn´t leave you, 
I would hold you, 
When the last day comes. 

I wouldn´t leave you, 
I would hold you, 
When the last day comes. 
What if you need me, 
Won´t you hold me 
On the last day, our last day. 

Oooooo 
Oooooo 
Ooooo. 
Oooooo 
Oooooo 
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