Auld Weeping Willow

The Dunborough Meadows are keeping a secret of deep mystery
 They say that the truth has been
 buried at the root of some dignified tree
 An old silent witness of gruesome occurrences a long time ago
 It looks like it withstood a thousand years of tempests and blows
 The storm is all around
 Pouring rain and gloomy thunderclouds
 So hold out
 Auld Weeping Willow
 And stand your ground
 Stand your ground
 A quirky young maiden grew up in the village, as different as sweet
 Her name was Cathrine but they all
 called her Catkin, like the willow tree's seed
 The Dunborough Meadows have been her
 favourite playground since she was a child
 That unlucky place where she's seen for the very last time
 A late autumn evening, the villagers sat by the flickering lights
 When someone outside screamed that catkin
 didn't come back from the meadows tonight
 And everyone hurried and look out for her, till the torches ran out
 But neither they found the young lady
 Nor saw that small sprout
 In the ground