Willow (Thompson Jasmine)

Down by the water, under the willow Sits a lone ranger, minding the willow He and his wife, once lived happily Planted a seed, that grew through the reeds Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers Sat by the water close to the embers Missing out the lives that they once had before I wouldn't leave you I would hold you When the last day comes What if you need me Won't you hold me On the last day, our last day Mr. & Mrs., dreamed of a willow Carving their names, into their willow If he had spoken, love would return Spoken inside, too soft to be heard Summers and winters, through snowy Decembers Sat by the water, remembering embers Missing out the lives that they once had before I wouldn't leave you I would hold you When the last day comes What if you need me Won't you hold me On the last day, our last day Ahhhhh, ahhhhh... Somewhere the timing will all come together The mishaps will turn into sunny Decembers The lovers will be able to find their willow I wouldn't leave you I would hold you When the last day comes I wouldn't leave you I would hold you When the last day comes What if you need me Won't you hold me On the last day, our last day comes Ahhhhh, ahhhhh...