When you sat by the willow asking it for its shade
No return notion for the grass your head lays
Collecting morsels of the dirt that it keeps
Softly the wind blows
Putting your mind to sleep

It gets its revenge in the form of hay fever
To your disbelief, you are the receiver
I'm one with the willow, I'm one with the wind
They're gentle with me 'cause I'm not thick-skinned

When you run to the river and you ask for a drink
It may not concede in the way that you think
It's surrendеr is painful and it cuts mighty deep
At least the painkillers around hеre are cheap

It gets its revenge in the form of a bug
Quickly you realize you regret that chug
I'm one with the river, I'm one with the wind
They're gentle with me 'cause I'm not thick-skinned
They're gentle with me 'cause I'm not thick-skinned