The willow sings as the night moths dance--
A soothing song on its rhythmic strings.
While flickering moonlit shadows prance
The willow sings.
The night wind, whispering gently, brings
The song of the willow--an old romance.
To my tethered heart each memory clings.
I thrill to an old caress, a glance;
My love returns on a night bird's wings.
While firefly-torches, glowing, enhance,
The willow sings!
