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 ...

As the leaves are ...

And strange things happen to people

Who go on to the windy hill.

... down here

Had gone up to there

And rested underneath her bough

They slept long, what is wrong

They never woke up again.