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he
And he swum till he came to the Golden Willow Tree
As she sailed in the lonely, lonesome water
As she sailed in the lonesome sea

Captain o'

light
In thy spell, I find endless delight
Dark boots golden willow
Take me... take me to the kingdom of no dawn

During an eternal autumn
Sepia in

Golden willows
Smells of you stained deep in my pillow
Feel you like a ghost
As I'm lying on the coast
On a red garden bed
Not sad just blue
Everytime I

a leaf for luck next year
Golden willow in your hand
Which day will it be?

Aura Lee

Jimmy Dean

Songs We All Love Best

1964

(Aura Lee Aura Lee maid of golden hair
Sunshine came along with thee and swallows in the air)

As the blackbird in the spring neath the willow tree

""1. As the blackbird in the spring 'neath the willow tree  sat and piped I heard him sing praising Aura Lee. Aura Lee! Aura Lee! Maid of golden hair

golden sunlight bends
the willow
Your blossoms send the perfume
to my pillow
Oh who could know
you half as well as I

I always feel you near me

In every

Aura Lee

When the blackbird in the spring
On a willow tree
Sat and rocked, I heard him sing
Singing Aura Lee

Aura Lee, Aura Lee
Maid of golden hair

White Willow

Elvenking

Heathenreel

2002

man can't bear to know the nature of the truth

[End:]
[Narrator:] and there it stands, the only white willow tree
With golden leaves and a sweet

green is my willow
And golden the sun 

Offer one pint of bitter
And two small sheaves of Burley
But come you not too early 
In the mornin 

And i'll

the daughter that you raised
I'm the son that you hate

Willow trees
Golden rings
Hands are grabbing
Oh I'm a mean thing

Blackened eyes
Bruised up trauma

Golden apple beneath the willow tree
Eat the sun and drink the breeze
Shoot the arrow at the sun and see
The glimmer will fade
And so will the green

My mother dandled me and sang,
'How young it is, how young!'
And made a golden cradle
That on a willow swung.

'He went away,' my mother sang,
'When

Happy houses with satin windows, a park bench near the crystal willows
A fine golden day in the sun
Merry melodies pass the street, and theres a fire

the post like shaq on the on the coast
Lookin like willow tree hair golden
Lookin like I went super saiyan on you hoes

Curly sippin Jones 
Throw the stone

The sky is large enough
There's room for clouds to pass
Fields of golden rod
And bending willow

This is home to me
These worn paths I have

and petty things, I make.
Now a willow in the sun
golden light as I lay weeping.
For the love that I have wronged,
for the thought that came and carried me

Now I'm sleeping alone

Your soft whispers in my ear
Ringing with the blues
And weeping willows
Your eyes a golden haze
A field of meadows
An endless

of kindness, one kind word
Fly into my arms little bird" sang the ancient weeping willow tree

"I've seen an army of poets storming a golden tower in a dream

Beautiful black flower
No weeping willow
Oh! They love to hate you so
Golden brown boys and girls
Please stick around
Even though they want to see

Holly Ann

Judy Collins

True Stories & Other Dreams

1973

She is a weaver
Through her hands the bright thread travels
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars

She sings and sighs as the shuttle

Weaver Song (Holly Ann)

Judy Collins

Voices (Includes Songbook and a Memoir)

1995

She is a weaver
Through her hands the bright thread travels
Blue green water, willows weeping, silver stars
She sings and sighs as the shuttle

first creaky hum
I turn to hear the whistle, O
Lyk night hae daw, ilk freeze hae thaw 
and golden light and thistle, O.
Golden light and thistle, O!

Job's Tears

The Incredible String Band

Wee Tam & the Big Huge

1968

shallow
And the sword that killed him was a sword of willow

Hello I must be going well I only came to say
I hear my mother calling and I must be on my way