In Williamstown the willows weep,
the mountain smiles, a child asleep.
In his dreams the warm winds blow,
the gentle rains dance to and fro.
The willow spreads its arms to keep
him safe from harm, so fast asleep
and in the valley far below
the village people come and go.
The evening shadows slowly creep
until the child is buried deep
within the place where children go
and worried parents never know.
The mountain smiles, a child asleep.
In Williamstown the willows weep.