Mourning willow, wooden braid
That has no husband by your side
Every night I hear you cry
When the frosty winds pass by
Your weak and slender branches hang
Down to the ground, where you began
To grow out of a tiny seed
Into a steady hanging tree
Weeping willow, your time is due
Like of the people hanged on you
Crooked people have it been
As crooked as now you are seen
Accept your fate and find your peace
Put your ancient soul at ease
There's no more time that you've got
Things might change - but you will not.
Tortured willow, you‘ll be free
Make space for a new young tree
On which no people yet have hung
And that only for your death will weep
That has no husband by your side
Every night I hear you cry
When the frosty winds pass by
Your weak and slender branches hang
Down to the ground, where you began
To grow out of a tiny seed
Into a steady hanging tree
Weeping willow, your time is due
Like of the people hanged on you
Crooked people have it been
As crooked as now you are seen
Accept your fate and find your peace
Put your ancient soul at ease
There's no more time that you've got
Things might change - but you will not.
Tortured willow, you‘ll be free
Make space for a new young tree
On which no people yet have hung
And that only for your death will weep