Green Willow
Words by William Shakespeare/John Allee
Music by John Allee

The poor soul sat sighing

By a sycamore tree

Sing all a green willow

Her hand on her bosom

Her head on her knee

Sing willow, willow, willow

 

The fresh streams ran by her

And murmured her moans

Sing willow, willow, willow

Her salt tears fell from her

And softened the stones

Sing willow, willow, willow

Shall be her garland

 

Come all you forsaken

And mourn you with me

Sing all a green willow

Who speaks of a false love

None’s falser than he

Sing willow, willow, willow

 

Let nobody chide him

His scorns she approved

Sing willow, willow, willow

He was born to be false

And she to die for his love

Sing willow, willow, willow

Must be her garland

 

Take this for her parting

And one last adieu

Sing all a green willow

And write on her tomb

That in love she was true

Sing willow, willow, willow


© 2019 John Allee/Portuguese Knees Music ASCAP.
Lyrics Reprinted with Permission.  All Rights Reserved.