Willow

The poor girl sat alone under her sycamore tree
The poor girl hand on her heart
And her head on her knee
And the river washed by
And her thoughts would lie in the clouds over the sea
Alone awake her mind would race
Into her dreams.

And tear drops fall
Down to the ground where the stones do lie
And the fish fly by and can hear her sigh:
"Breathe child Breathe".

Unsure of what the balance held
The girl grew up into herself
And met the man
She always
Dreamed to meet.

And he would kiss her endlessly breathlessly
She'd fall asleep
In his arms
Beneath his tender wings.

Breathe child breathe.

When the man had got his way he disappeared without a trace
And the girl is left alone under her sycamore tree
And tear drops fall
Breathe child breathe.

And the wind cried "Willow Willow Willow"
Get your head off the pillow
And the wind cried "Willow Willow Willow"
Get your head off the pillow.

I dreamed a dream and so it seems that little girls had fantasies
I dreamed a dream and so it seems that little girls have fantasies
Little girls have fantasies.

Look around look around look around look around
We are all the playthings of men in this town
Look around what you'll find what you'll find what you'll see
Is that men could care less about your fantasies.

Believe me decieving coniving contriving
Their light can be blinding
With flowers in their hair.

But there's just no trust in a man
With flowers in their hair.

Pockets full of dust ain't no trust in a man.