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my life
I'll search for the sky
That she wonders by

Somewhere in the dreams
Skies hold
Still the willow weeps
On roses for her bed
In laughs
my life
I'll search for the sky
That she wonders by

Somewhere in the dreams
Skies hold
Still the willow weeps
On roses for her bed
In laughs
Frankie came home in '68 and me I took this job 

[Chorus]

While the band played 'The Night Of The Johnstown Flood'
I catch him when he's strayin'
blooms, but it`s not the flower for me.
It's then I'll uproot the red, red rose, and plant a willow tree.
And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree
the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for me
I think I'll pull the red rose up and plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.

And the willow
rose blooms

That's not the flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree

And the willow
rose blooms
That's not the flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep
By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble
With their high, lonesome sound
Down in some hollow
Where
in my eyes
To the brim they filled up

Days and night pass 
But stilt I must go to lay in the grass 
And weep by the willows
In the stone garden
who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in
a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old Willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
the willows weep
The tide is high and the water's deep

I can't stand
I can't take
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep a crawlin'
a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
will save your face, but not your council estates

Gee life is cheap!
The forests pine and the willows weep
Checkmate! you've sealed our fate
THE TWO MAGICIANS
The lady sits at her own front door
As straight as a willow wand
And by there come a lusty smith
With his hammer in his hand
Crying
who sleeps
While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries, in
Drain me, suck the life from me
Now my body weeps like an old willow tree
They¹re taking my life, they¹re taking my individuality
I¹ve become another
round
Spit your pit in a hole in the ground
Weep upon the spot for the starving of me
'Till up grow a fine young cherry tree

Well when the bough
reverse, the sharpening wing of the edge of a sparrow, for suitable reckonings too numerous to mention, as the queen is fat she is devoured by rats there is
up and up up, a king full of
Virgin kiss me and

Spin it, excuse to willow and wander dark wonders divest me of
Robes-sutures Harry and
Pig meat,