The angel tree has grown so high
And its roots are planted deep
Never climb that willow
'Cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah the trunk is awful steep...
Seven miles south of the city
Way on a windy hill
The whistling branches of the angel tree
Are calm at the evening still...
Magical coolness comes the breeze
As the leaves drop freely at will
And strange things happen to people
Who go on to the windy hill...
The angel tree has grown so high
And its roots are planted deep
Never climb that willow
'Cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah the trunk is awful steep...
Men down here, had gone up to there
And rested underneath her bough
They slept long, what is wrong
They never woke up again...
The angel tree has grown so high
And its roots are planted deep
Never climb that willow
'Cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah the trunk is awful steep...
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