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 meIts many a night while youre sleeping

Sleeping in your sleeping clothes

Im a poor boy, broken hearted

Listenin to the wind that blowsBury me beneath the willow

'Neath that weeping willow tree

When she comes she'll find me sleeping

Then perhaps shell think of meTomorrow was to be our wedding

God, oh Lord, where can she be

She has gone to find another

She no longer cares for me