Joe Jencks

Willow (3:32)

Who wouldn't love Willow in the springtime,
weightless as a kitten in the sunshine.
So unaffected, lightly connected to this world

Who wouldn't love Willow in the summertime,
Toes in the warm mud of June.
Like buds of red rose she already knows when to bloom

Who wouldn't love Willow in the autumn sun,
tilts to her first long goodbye.
Things come, things go, that's all we know
Things come, things go, that's all we know
in this life.
By: Greg Greenway
© Sheen of Heat Music/BMI