In the half tone light of a young morning   She sighs and shifts on her pillow   And across her face dancing, the first shadows fly   To kiss the pussy willow      In her fairytale world, she's a lost soul singing   In a sad voice nobody hears   She waits in her castle of make believing   For her white knight to appear      Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue   Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes   Runs for the train, see eight o'clock's coming   Cutting dreams down to size again      Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue   Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes   Runs from the train, hear her typewriter humming   Cutting dreams down to size again      She longs for the East and a pale dress flowing   An apartment in old Mayfair   Or to fish the spey spinning, the first run of spring   Or to die for a cause somewhere      Pussy willow, down fur-lined avenue   Brushing the sleep, from the young woman eyes   Runs from the train, hear her typewriter humming   Cutting dreams down to size again      Pussy willow, pussy willow   Pussy willow, pussy willow   Pussy willow, pussy willow   Pussy willow, pussy willow