Texty: Spencer Day. Vagabond. Weeping Willow.

I
In the shade of a weeping willow
Once I played as an innocent child
And the earth was my only pillow
As I gazed at the clouds passing by
II
What became of the weeping willow?
Branches bare cracking concrete and grime
Swaying there in the freeway's shadow,
From the breeze of a car passing by

Refrain
See them passing by, See them passing by
There it sways in the freeway's shadow,
In the breeze of a car passing by

III
So I cried for the weeping willow
And the dead rustling leaves replied

There is so little time for sorrow
When your life is passing you by

Refrain
See them passing by, See them passing by
There is so little time for sorrow
When you're life is just passing you by

IV
I am just like a weeping willow
Soon I'll bend and wither with time
Try and taste what is sweet and mellow
For the moment is passing you by
For the moment is passing me by
For the moment is passing me by