Willow

You said leave your house now and to the willow I'll run

To the willow, what willow? One far from the pond

And it's there that you told me that your dad's for good gone

Under the willow, the willow, the willow

And you sang me the first verse of a gravedigger's song

And it sounded so sweet in your Chippewa tongue

With skin like it's kissed long from a winterless sun

Under the willow, the willow, the willow

And in that moment time didn't own me

I heard the sound of approaching hoofbeat

Then we ran off in fright and we took under the willow

'Til the morning

You insisted me back down to your other mom's digs

I was stricken by your mother, I was scared of your dogs

I remember the story now, but the footnotes are gone

Under the willow, the willow, the willow

Now come to light, I see you had to make him go

In a way you and I devised an alibi for sure

So I guess, so alright, you had to let me know

Until the morning