The angel tree has grown so high And its roots are planted deep Never climb that willow 'Cause its trunk is awful steep Yeah the trunk is awful steep
Seven miles south of the city Way on a windy hill The whistling branches of the angel tree Are calm at the evening still
Magical coolness calms the breeze As the leaves fall freely at will And strange things happen to people Who go on to the windy hill
Men down here have gone up there And rested underneath her bough They slept long, what is wrong They never woke up againTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
