Crimson and coral,
Sunset falls on willow park.
On this noble tree,
where you’d climb.
I see “Jenny” carved into the bark.
Sable and sapphire dim the final light of day.
Laughter seems to float on the breeze,
through the willow trees where you used to play.
In the darkness, in the starlight,
I hear angels sing your name,
as they bear you,through the heavens,
to the light from which you came.
Quietly the strain falls out of tune.
Shadows steal across a lonely moon.
I miss you so.
Smoky and silver,
dawn will soon dissolve the dark.
Still one shadow stays in the veil
of the tree in willow park.
As the sunrise drowns the darkness,
all the angels sing your name,
and you flying through the heavens
to the light from which you came.
Whispers of their song that echo yet,
make me glad to know I won’t forget.
my Jenny dear,
my Jenny dear.
I love you so.