Listen to the wailing of the willows, Listen to me crying on my pillow Crying cause I know my love is gone from me
Living in a world of different places, Looking at a million different faces Yet I see a face in every face I see Love must lack a sense of humor,
It laughs when other people cry Love, would love to hear the rumor, That you and I have finally said goodbye
I know that every heart was made for breaking And my love was ready for the takin', Still I won't complain for someday love will call again
Must I take a memory as a token, To replace a heart that love has broken Will the wailing willow always weep for me Must I see a face in every place I see Listen to the wailing of the willow treeTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
