text: The angel tree has grown so high
  And its roots are planted deep
  Never climb that willow
  Cause its trunk is awful steep
  Yeah the trunk is awful steep
  Seven miles south of the city
  Way on a windy hill
  The whistling branches of the angel tree
  Are calm at the evening still
  Magical ???
  As the leaves are ???
  And strange things happen to people
  Who go on to the windy hill
  ??? down here
  Had gone up to there
  And rested underneath her bough
  They slept long, what is wrong
  They never woke up again