Words and Music by Ben Scott © 2023

We came to the house as autumn fell
With a son and an unborn child as well
A more ramshackle house you’d never see
Rotting beside an old willow tree

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With his bony old fingers hanging down
Grasping towards the stony ground
Tapping in the wind on the old cracked glass
Twining down deep in the long, long grass
That old willow tree in the yard

We made our home as winter came
And our daughter born in the pouring rain
And we shivered through the waking hours
Clung together through the icy showers

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In Spring we tried to find the sun
But the old willow tree he left us none
And the wind whistled through the rotting eaves
As our little boy swung ‘neath the spreading leaves

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When all around is madness
Some things can come apart
And you feel the roots and the branches
Of that old willow tree in your heart

And before the summertime had come
We searched for somewhere bright and warm
Took the dog and kids, our things all packed
And walked away without looking back

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