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I wonder what makes the willow cry

a weeping willow grown so high

I wonder why she bows her limbs

Is it silly female whims

I found her weeping there today

on the river bank her arms awry

I found her weeping all alone

her gentle heart turned cold as stone

did she lose her own true love

a love as tender as the dove

or does just mourn and cry

and wish that she could simply die

I wonder if she's lonesome here

with no one around to see or care

I wonder when the sun shines down

if she still wears a tiny frown

I tried to talk to her at best

while she stood at her mid-day rest

but when I left, I turned again

and saw the tears stream down her limbs

I do not know what I can do

to cheer a willow tree so blue

this weeping willow grown so high

with limbs that bow down from the sky