In the small town

You will find a street.

Down the street

you will find I willow tree

Beneath the willow,

You will find a place for me.

To lie

and rest

and be on my best.

Underneath the willow tree.

The leaves drop in front of me,

This is where I want to be.

The stump in the center,

The lantern by my side.

Book in hand.

Here,

I’ll stand.