Oh! Weeping willow
Whose braches hang low.
From whose bows roll tears of endless flow
Flow to the lake where yee
Grows

From you flows

A Tear lost to Justus unwillingly served
A tear for lives that should have been spared
A tear for laws unfollowed by the faint of hart
A tear for the sins committed

You so noble!
Cry for the addicted soul?

Oh! Weeping willow who's braches hang low
How many tears you must cry
For so many woes hidden in the human mind

What do you see in this world of greed?
Why pityingly stay?
Instead of make right?

I now cry to you, oh! Weeping tree!
When will they see what is right and wrong?
How can one bear there belligerent song?

How can you sit so still and strong?

Why not walk among the men and women of the world to make right what is done wrong?

Oh! Pour lost soul, my branches hang low for many a reason yet
Who can I change?
What can I do?
When will you see?
I am only a tree.

My movement is still
Yet yours may be free

Forever I stand by my lake
Forever you may run free

I give you my words
So that you may take then!

So take to the earth
Sing to the birds and people!
Let the song of our power be heard!