| Song | Willow |
| Artist | Joan Armatrading |
| Album | Love And Affection: Joan Armatrading Classics (1975-1983) |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| jj72-willow | |
| by the bright leaves in the garden of my saviour | |
| as the parasol gently shades her | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only thing i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only one i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| by the old wood burning in the garden | |
| as the moths fly in the flames like our little harlem | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| end |
| jj72willow | |
| by the bright leaves in the garden of my saviour | |
| as the parasol gently shades her | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only thing i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only one i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| by the old wood burning in the garden | |
| as the moths fly in the flames like our little harlem | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| end |
| jj72willow | |
| by the bright leaves in the garden of my saviour | |
| as the parasol gently shades her | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only thing i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| only way i want to be | |
| only one i want to see | |
| only way i want to live | |
| only one i want to love | |
| by the old wood burning in the garden | |
| as the moths fly in the flames like our little harlem | |
| i can see you when i want to where i am now | |
| with out old lives left behind us | |
| we are new now | |
| oh yeah | |
| end |