• I hear the Whisper Willows.
    Come. Come... Come. Come...
    Come here and sleep some...
    Their smooth, black bark
    Is beautiful in the light, but more so in the dark.

    I hear the Whisper Willows.
    Come. Come... Come lay down
    In a coquette crown.
    Long lived leaves all delicately dead
    Create a bidding bed.

    I hear the Whisper Willows
    Come. Come... Come sleep long
    And listen to our fey song.
    I abide and slip into silent sleep.
    Now all the leaves are crimson through and deep.