Under the Willow Tree

I like to dance through the meadows in the beaming sun
To remind myself of where I first, came from

You see the lady bugs and butterflies
Floating as they fly through the sky
You see the big green hoppers
Laughing as if the days, will never end

Oh to be that idy bidy small
Not caring if you come across cool
Imagine being fairies soaking in the sun
Or a little pixie fellow drinking all his rum

Your fears consist of being stepped on, not about murders and cons
Oh to be scared of pretty little kitties
And not to play hide and seek from all the meanies

Imagine having rosy cheeks
And a green dress made of leaves
Telling the people who care about me
It's ok cus I'm protected by the big old willow tree

I wanna make use of stick and stone homes
The ones I made before I even knew about phones

Imagine having rosy cheeks
And a green dress made of leaves
Telling the people who worry about me
It's ok, I'm protected by the big old willow tree