Bury Me Beneath The Willow

Bury me beneath the willow
'Neath that weeping willow tree
When she comes she'll find me sleeping
Then perhaps shell think of me

Its many a night while youre sleeping
Sleeping in your sleeping clothes
Im a poor boy, broken hearted
Listenin to the wind that blows

Bury me beneath the willow
'Neath that weeping willow tree
When she comes she'll find me sleeping
Then perhaps shell think of me

Tomorrow was to be our wedding
God, oh Lord, where can she be
She has gone to find another
She no longer cares for me