As I say, that was in 1927, the second day of August. I'll never forget it.
My heart is sad, and I'm in sorrow For the only one I love When shall I see him? Oh, no, never 'Til I meet him in heaven above
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree So he may know where I am sleeping Perhaps will weep over me
They told me that he did not love me I could hardly believe it was true Until an angel softly whispered "He has proven untrue to you"
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree So he may know where I am sleeping Perhaps he will weep over me And perhaps he will weep over me
Tomorrow was our wedding day But no, Lord, where is he? He's gone and found him another bride And he cares no more for me
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree So he may know where I am sleeping And perhaps will weep over me And perhaps will weep over me
Bury me under the violets blue To prove my love to him Tell him that I'd die for him His love I never could win
Bury me under the Weeping Willow tree So he may know where I am sleeping And perhaps will weep over me And perhaps will weep over me And perhaps will weep over me And perhaps will weep over meTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
