Bury Me Beneath the Willow (Remastered)

Bury me beneath the willow

'Neath that weeping willow tree

When she comes she'll find me sleeping

Then perhaps she? ll think of me

It? s many a night while you? re sleeping

Sleeping in your sleeping clothes

I? m 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 she? ll 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

Bury me beneath the willow

'Neath that weeping willow tree

When she comes she'll find me sleeping

Then perhaps she? ll think of me