As I walk through the fields so free,
My thoughts run deep inside of me.
I stop and ponder on the ground I tread
When I saw the willow tree straight ahead.

Fascinating it was, as the willow now
Hung with silky aments along the bough,
Bearing scaly bracts with utmost pride,
Wearing white for the Eastertide.

Since I looked for things in bloom,
Knowing that Spring will be upon us soon,
About the awakening woodland I stroll
To see the willow tree hung below.