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VP_016646 Verse 1On the gabled top of a village shop, dwelt a gilded weather vane, In the simple minds of the simple winds she was anything but plain, Heigh O! And a wealth of love to gain, So the North wind blew of what he would do if his love would be his bride, And the South wind said he would fain be dead if this vane his love denied, Heigh, O! And the East and West winds sighed. Willow, Willow, Willow. Chorus 1But to each gentle whisper, She turned her head away, Her heart refused to listen to what they had to say, And each rejected lover, Bade her a fond goodday, Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow. Bade her adieu for aye. Verse 2As the years wore on and the winds had gone, where their love was not in vain, Then that fickle one with her suitors none would have had them back again. Heigh O! And she sobbed her heart in twain, Then she loved to tell to a Philomel and his love the rose full bloom, Of the used to be of a time when she had a lover of her own. Heigh, O! How she came to live alone. Willow, Willow, Willow. Chorus 2How when she sought the North wind, He coolly passed her by, The South wind little heeding her plaintive heartfelt sigh, The East and West forgave her, Then left her there to die, Willow, Willow, Willow, Willow. Too late their sole reply.
1 score (4 p.) : ill. ; 31 cm.
Chas. K. Harris
Hubbell, Raymond and Smith, Robert B., "The Fickle Weather Vane : Tita" (1905). Vocal Popular Sheet Music Collection. Score 4716.