Weep Like a Willow

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Of all of the craftsmen that I could have been
The greatest was master of the violin
I'd play for the beggars, the banquets, the balls
In the foulest of weather, in the fairest of halls

But now these old fingers are covered with doubt
The passion still lingers, but I can't let it out

So I weep like a willow and burn like the sun
For every endeavor I never have done

Of all of the champions a boxer I'd be
Who could bloody a nose and buckle a knee
I'd waste every warrior from bottom to top
With a blitz to the belly and a smack on the chop

But fighting these shadows is my just dessert
For avoiding the pressures and hating the hurt

Now I weep like a willow and burn like the sun
For every endeavor I never have done

If I could do everything over again
I would let life keep pouring and never say when
But I'm much to old to have time as a friend
So I wait for the night to descend
Over and over again

Of all the professions I could have professed
A doctor of letters would have suited me best
A bare-headed bespectacled banker of books
Of a liberal mind and conservative looks

But my only glasses are lined up and full
Of the foamy ambitions we drank up at school

Now I weep like a willow and burn like the sun
For every endeavor I never have done

Oh I weep like a willow and burn like the sun
For every endeavor I never have done