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Tell me, tell me, my old willow,
how long I was walking alone in the woods.
Tell me, tell me my old willow,
if the storm is coming near.

I was crying, I was crying while I was praying,
I was looking at anything when I was wandering.
Look at me: I’m crying, I’m crying silently
and rain is confusing my tears.

Talk to me, talk to me, my old willow,
none is waiting for my going back.
Talk to me, talk to me, my old willow,
if I come nearer I can listen to you.

Sing to me, sing to me, my old willow,
about stories of secrets that no one can know.
Sing to me, sing to me, my old willow,
if I stay nearer I can listen to you.

Hold me, hold me, my old willow,
forever together we will have a dream.
Hug me, hug me, my old willow,
because I won’t go back.

Over this world, over this time,
forever together we will see.
Sing with me, sing with me, we’re singing in the wind,
where anyone will never meet us.

(Sing for me,....)
Sing for her, sing for her, my old tree,
the tale of the willow and the young maid.
Over this world, over this time,
it’s a story that none can know.

They said, they said that, sometimes,
someone hears then singing in the night.
Now they sing, now they sing in the wind,
hear them: you get lost in the woods.

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