Willow had a mind one day
to take herself a' courting,
out she called to master Oak
"Oh will you come a' walking?"
"Walking?" said master Oak
his leaves and branches shaking,
"Not until the moon is full
and stars they are awaking".
Twenty days and eight she waited
hearing blackbird singing,
hares a' leaping all around,
her moondanced head was ringing.
The silver wheel shone in the sky
so patiently she'd listened,
for sounds of master Oak himself,
but only stars they glistened.
"Oh master Oak where are you now,
you promised me your walking"
"This i can't do" said master Oak
Thorn has my heart a' talking.
Willow began to weep and wail
her roots they soon were soaking,
and so until this day you'll find
her by the waters waiting.