he was a winter wind
she was a summer flower
she'll blossom and re-begin
he'll blow her away
and fall into april showers
this street that we walk upon
leading us to tomorrow
holds past dreams all come undone
with love in our hearts,
we step into all our sorrow
floating up beyond the moon
falling down will come too soon
land upon a weeping willow
if it's all just meant to be
let it's branches cradle me
hold me close, oh weeping willow tree
now is the time of your life to hold on