WILLOWS
Reading edition
When I loitered on the paths Of gay and vivid hours, My songs all ran away and hid, And seemed afraid of flowers. But in among the shadows, Beneath the willow tree, All my little unsung songs Come singing back to me.
Reading edition
When I loitered on the paths Of gay and vivid hours, My songs all ran away and hid, And seemed afraid of flowers. But in among the shadows, Beneath the willow tree, All my little unsung songs Come singing back to me.