Willows of the Ba, Lingering Images

[Intro]

[Verse 1]

Willow branches cradle the drizzle ever so lightly

And keep a peaceful place for the oriole arriving from afar

From the old bridge I walk slowly into dusk

I hear so many farewells hidden in the gaps of the wind

[Pre-Chorus]

No need to borrow a flowering season as proof

Some tenderness is clear from the start

[Chorus]

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

And remembers the young heart you set out with

May someone walk beside you on every distant road

May every goodbye be answered with safe passage

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

I sing you my wish that you take care on this journey

[Instrumental Interlude]

[Verse 2]

The wind shapes the branches into supple curves

Yet people must learn to stand with straighter backs

I gently remember everyone who comes and goes

So that farewell is more than a single feeble sigh

[Pre-Chorus]

No need to borrow a flowering season as proof

Some tenderness is clear from the start

[Chorus]

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

And remembers the young heart you set out with

May someone walk beside you on every distant road

May every goodbye be answered with safe passage

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

I sing you my wish that you take care on this journey

[Bridge]

An encounter need not blossom into a showy flower

Quiet companionship can also find its way into someone’s home

When you cross the next unfamiliar bridge

May you remember that here a wind once brushed the dust and sand from you

[Final Chorus]

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

And remembers the young heart you set out with

May someone walk beside you on every distant road

May every goodbye be answered with safe passage

The willows at Ba Bridge still recognize your silhouette

I sing you my wish that you take care on this journey

[Outro]

The setting sun slowly tints the river warm

The willow's shadow still stands at the far end of my backward glance