PUSSYWILLOWS, CAT-TAILS 
Gordon Lightfoot 1968 



Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses 
Rainpools in the woodland, water to my knees 
Shivering, quivering, the warm breath of spring 
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. 

Catbirds and cornfields, daydreams together 
Riding on the roadside, the dust gets in your eyes 
Reveling, disheveling, the summer nights can bring 
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. 

Slanted rays and colored days, stark blue horizons 
Naked limbs and wheat bins, hazy afternoons 
Voicing, rejoicing, the wine cups do bring 
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. 

Harsh nights and candlelights, woodfires a-blazin' 
Soft lips and fingertips resting in my soul 
Treasuring, remembering, the promise of spring 
Pussywillows, cat-tails, soft winds and roses. 



(Transcribed by David Story - February 2013)