Whispers in the Weeping Willow
Lonely fall again, the leaves are turning gold
Whispers in the weeping willow, telling stories untold
The wind it gently sighs, a melancholy tune
I roam these empty streets beneath the harvest moon
Oh, whispers in the weeping willow
Echoes of a love grown cold
Through the mist and through the shadows
I wander aimless, lost and old
The creaking of the branches, the rustling of the leaves
A haunting melody that only sorrow weaves
Memories of you, they linger in the air
Wander through my mind like a ghost, like a prayer
The river softly weeping, the clouds obscure the sky
Alone in my sorrow, I hang my head and cry
But still I hear your laughter, your voice within the breeze
Whispers in the weeping willow, bring me to my knees
Lonely fall again, the season fades to gray
Whispers in the weeping willow, carry me away