Thin mountain ash

What are you standing there, swaying, a thin mountain ash Bowing your head all the way to the back Bowing your head all the way to the back And across the road, across the broad river It's also lonely, the oak stands tall It's also lonely, the oak stands tall How would that rowan tree get to the oak tree And then she wouldn't bend and sway And then she wouldn't bend and sway She would have clung to him with her thin branches And she whispered with his foliage day and night And she whispered with his foliage day and night But a rowan tree cannot cross to an oak tree To know that fate is like that, to swing alone for a century To know that fate is like that, to swing alone for a century What are you standing there, swaying, a thin mountain ash Bowing your head all the way to the back Bowing your head all the way down, all the way down