Track 3 from the album C-90

Lyrics:

Weeping Willow

Oh how different the days when you’d listen in faith to every word I would say

How soon the pictures you made would be drawn in the shade of your blossoming rage

You’d come round in a whirl of sequins and of paint

And now your tables turn with passages of pain

I am I am your weeping willow

I am the pictures on your wall

I am the teardrops on your pillow

And I know you don’t heed me anymore

You were once but a child with a tear in your eye and a thirst for our lies

Now the truth that you seek is the cause of the meek and the hurt of their cries

You long to pave the world with justice and with rights

And as your passions whirl no touch can reach your cries

I am I am your weeping willow

I am the pictures on your wall

I am the teardrops on your pillow

And I know you don’t heed me anymore

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