John Phillips - Willow Brook

{Verse 1}
The pale grey faces sudden crosses
A silent mountains treading like leopards
Along the narrow mountain passes
Traveling to Willow Brook

{Chorus}
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc miam

{Verse 2}
Milk-sweet earth clinging, grass breathing morning
Farmhound on his land
That was given to him by his master
The Squire of Willow Brook

{Chorus}
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc miam

{Verse 3}
Fairies hiding behind the trees
Because of the visiting citizens of pixieland
Who are all standing in circles scratching their forehead
With one green finger perplexedly

{Chorus}
Amat tunc tu dominus
Nihil sin ne, dominum
Amor tunc tu
Cum tu tunc miam