The clouds drift by,
In the sky so high,
Is the moon,
Even there,

As the willow trees leaves,
Weep the day to sleep,
Her love sways so deep,

The willow leaves weep,
To sigh,

The flowers,
In the clouded,
crowded gardens,
Sway so lonely and lovely,
Is the sun,
Even honey,

The willow leaves,
Weep to sigh,

As the willow trees leaves,
Weep the day to sleep,
They weep to sigh,
And Her beauty sways so sweet
Reynaldo Casison