Beneath the Willow
Beneath the old willow, Where the shadows fall deep, I find my sweet refuge, In the silence of sleep.
With the breeze as my blanket, And the earth as my bed, I dream of the moments That tomorrow will shed.
- Louise McNeill
Beneath the Willow
Beneath the old willow, Where the shadows fall deep, I find my sweet refuge, In the silence of sleep.
With the breeze as my blanket, And the earth as my bed, I dream of the moments That tomorrow will shed.