Birch Book Zephyr Through Willows
Zephyr through the willows,
Toss all my sorrows to the wind
Listless leaves follow
Silhouetted in the shallows of the stream
In reflections of the tangles in the branches
of the trees there I have seen
Silver daggers, chains of hearts,
Lovers lost, Islands in the rain
Zephyr through the willows
Toss all my sorrows to the wind
Memories, like masquerades,
Make artifice of all my precious dreams
Leaving empty shores, ghosts and shadows
Like players in a scene
In the reflections of the tangles in the branches
of the trees that I have seen
Zephyr through the willows
Toss all my sorrows to the wind
Just reflections of the tangles in the branches
of the trees that I have seen
Zephyr through the willows
Toss all my sorrows to the wind
Silver daggers, chains of hearts,
Lovers lost, Islands in the rain
