Styles
Broadway & Theatre, Dramatic Soundtrack, TV / Vocal, Film / Vocal
Subjects
Loss / Losing, Love, Infidelity
Lyrics
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree, Sing willow, willow, 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;
I called my love false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow If I court more women, you'll couch with more men! Sing willow, willow, willow