Okkervil River

And if I was some little swallow
Had little wings and I could fly
Fly by the sight of my own true lover
And there I'd sit 'til the day I'd die

And if I was some little sparrow
Had little wings and I could fly
Fly by the sight of my own true lover
And there I'd sing 'til the day I'd die

I would light in the arms
Of some weeping willow
Sleeps for weeks, months and years
Wouldn't need nothing but some weeping willow
And what I drank would be my tears