Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
The pale of the sky in forest to see
Eyes tracing on from tree to tree
The cool autumn breeze carries a message of wind
A soft little voice crying through all of the trees
It sobs and it mourns through every quaking form
In voice of the fall through crimson leaves
There hears of the tale in the windswept gale
The ears listened wail of her heartfelt fail
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
The sound of the season without rhyme or reason
It calls there again, again and again
Beckoning to feel all that was real
It whispers the tale of the what not when
Please little pony, don't go away
Please little pony, please just stay
The plea echoes on with grief and with pain
The plea echoes back in same vocal refrain
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
Ride me once more, stay here instead
Comes now the sight word of plaintive voice heard
The little girl looks upon her pony dead
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go".
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go".........
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
The pale of the sky in forest to see
Eyes tracing on from tree to tree
The cool autumn breeze carries a message of wind
A soft little voice crying through all of the trees
It sobs and it mourns through every quaking form
In voice of the fall through crimson leaves
There hears of the tale in the windswept gale
The ears listened wail of her heartfelt fail
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
The sound of the season without rhyme or reason
It calls there again, again and again
Beckoning to feel all that was real
It whispers the tale of the what not when
Please little pony, don't go away
Please little pony, please just stay
The plea echoes on with grief and with pain
The plea echoes back in same vocal refrain
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go"
Ride me once more, stay here instead
Comes now the sight word of plaintive voice heard
The little girl looks upon her pony dead
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go".
Whisper the wind in the willows, "Pony don't go".........
