Lyrics Down Where the Willow Wands Weep - Alasdair Roberts

Down Where the Willow Wands Weep

I took my only young son, And my only daughter
Down where the willow wands weep into the water
And Walter my young son, he reached up and caught her
When away like a seedling, a gentle wind brought her
I had a daughter and a son
But in the undergrowth I lost them
For I am made of blood and bone
And they are made of bud and blossom
And all the sorrows of their sires
Their sinning and wrongdoing cost me
Upon the thorny, thorny briars
May the wild water toss me
And so I’ll leave my native land
Clad in birch and rhododendron
In Caerlon, Albion, and Man
May river flow and ever wend on