In the shade of a weeping willow
once I played as an innocent child
and the earth was my only pillow
as I gazed at the clouds passing by.
What became of the weeping willow?
Branches bare cracking concrete and grime
swaying there in the freeway shadow
from a breeze of a car passing by.
See them passing by.
See them passing by.
There it sways in the freeway shadow
in the breeze of a car passing by.
So I cried for the weeping willow
and the dead rustling leaves replied
there is so little time for sorrow
when your life is just passing you by.
See them passing by.
See them passing by.
There is so little time for sorrow
when you life is just passing you by.
I am just like a weeping willow
soon I'll bend and wither with time.
Try and taste what is sweet and mellow
for the moment is passing you by.
For the moment is passing me by.
For the moment is passing me by...