A loving heart can sometimes be
Just like a weeping willow tree
With roots that grow around and 'round
And branches dragging on the ground
Searching deep for precious water
That quenches thirst that's like no other
With leaves so soft and shade so cool
That others stop to rest there too
But better take life and it's chances
With loving arms and outstretched branches
Then to cry into your pillow
Like the sad old weeping willow
