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 meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
