Under the willow tree we sit,
Beneath its branches, cool and lit,
By the sun's warm, golden rays,
I close my eyes and start to sway.
Your arms around me, pulling me close,
A feeling better than any dose.
The gentle breeze, it whispers low,
And rustles through the leaves that grow,
Above our heads, a canopy,
Of green and gold, so peacefully.
The birds, they sing a lullaby,
And as I listen, I can...