The Willow Song (Desdemona - Othello)

Lyrics
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree Sing all a green willow, willow, willow; Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee Sing willow, willow, willow; The fresh streams ran by her, and murmur'd her moans; Sing willow, willow, willow; Her salt tears fell from her, and softened the stones; Sing willow, willow, willow; Sing all a green willow must be my garland Let nobody blame him, his scorn I approve I called my love false love; but what said he then? Sing willow, willow, willow
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Credits
- Writers
- William Shakespeare
- Michael Kamen