There was a willow that shaded the tree
White petals slowly falling down
Gorgeous white wreathes that she made for her hair

With flowers like daisies, so sweet

She climbed the willow so she could hang the wreathes

Among the branches that shaded the water
To her dismay she slipped right out of the tree
With no one to save her, poor thing


Without a worry she sang in the water
Floating, unaware of what was 'gonna happen

Singing to herself, but within time, her dress
weighed her to the bottom of the creek


Bless Ophelia who rests since that day
Her spirit shines above the willow and the water
And gorgeous white wreathes that she made for her hair

And flowers like daisies float away
They float away


And flowers like daisies float away
Float away