Weeping Willow Veil
Underneath a weeping willow veil.
by Lamar Cole
In love my sweetheart and I fell.
In a field of clover, sweetheart became my lover.
Alongside a babbling brook, sweetheart gave me a sultry look.
In a reflection from a mountain stream.
You could see sweetheart's eyes beam.
In mountains where clouds touch the sky.
Sweetheart's and my love did fly.