A storm is building rain,
outside my windowpane.
But it's a blessing
that is sent from above.
The wind fills with hope,
and strength for me to cope,
and brings back memories
of old Willow Bend.
Come along, walk with me,
beneath the willow tree,
we'll return to that day
along the river.
I am safe from all harm,
in the heart of any storm,
when I can hold you
in my memory.
So come along, walk with me,
beneath the willow tree,
among the memories
of old Willow Bend.
There is still a lesson there,
when we did not have a care,
making memories
along old Willow Bend.
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