Shakesong Lyrics & Scores

Willow, Willow (Desdemona’s Song)

Verse 1
The poor soul sat sighing by a sycamore tree,
Sing all a green willow;
Her hand on her bosom, her head on her knee,
Sing willow, willow, willow

Verse 2
The fresh streams ran by her, and mumur’d
her moans
"
Her salt tears fell from her, & soften’d the stones;
"
Chorus
Sing all a green willow must be my garland. 
Let nobody blame him; his scorn I approve,
I call’d my love false love; but what said he then?  If I If I If I court moe [more] women,
you'll couch with moe [more] men.  {PAUSE}

Coda
Sing willow, willow, willow {my add.}
Sing willow, willow, willow
Sing willow, willow, willow
Sing willow, willow, willow. 

(4.3. 42-63)