The angel tree has grown so high, and its roots are planted deep
You'll never climb that willow 'cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah, the trunk is awful steep
Seven miles south of the city, way on a windy hill
The whistling branches of the angel tree are calm at the evening still
Magical coolness calms the breeze as the leaves talk freely at will
And strange things happen to people who go on to the windy hill
The angel tree has grown so high, and its roots are planted deep
You'll never climb that willow 'cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah, the trunk is awful steep
Men down here have gone up there and rested underneath her bough
They slept long, what is wrong?
They never woke up again
The angel tree has grown so high, and its roots are planted deep
You'll never climb that willow 'cause its trunk is awful steep
Yeah, the trunk is awful steep
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Yeah, the trunk is awful steep
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
La-la-la, la-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Yeah, the trunk is awful steep
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