Over by the willow tree sat a lovely girl
Hair as long as it could be, crying for the world
Over by the bending stream sat a lonesome boy
So in love, but scared to speak, pining for the girl
Yes, he was pining for the girl
Over by the willow tree sat a lovely girl
Hair as long as it could be, crying for the world
Over by the bending stream sat a lonesome boy
So in love, but scared to speak, pining for the girl
Yes, he was pining for the girl
And she was crying for the world
Yes, she was crying for the world
Yes, she was crying for the world
Yes, she was crying for the world
Oh, she was crying for the world