Album: Close UpWeeping Willow
Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
Bury me beneath the willow, 'neath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping, maybe then, she'll think of me.
My heart is sad and I am lonely. Dreaming of the one that I love.
When will I see her? I know not when, not unless it's up in heaven above.
She told me that she really loved me. How could I believe her untrue
When all the angels seemed to whisper she will prove untrue to you?
Maybe then she'll think of me. Ooooo.