Lead Belly
Bury Me Beneath the Willow
Bury me beneath the willow'Neath that weeping willow treeWhen she comes she'll find me sleepingThen perhaps she'll think of meIt's many a night while you're sleepingSleeping in your sleeping clothesI'm a poor boy, broken heartedListenin' to the wind that blowsBury me beneath the willow'Neath that weeping willow treeWhen she comes she'll find me sleepingThen perhaps she'll think of meTomorrow was to be our weddingGod, oh Lord, where can she beShe has gone to find anotherShe no longer cares for meBury me beneath the willow'Neath that weeping willow treeWhen she comes she'll find me sleepingThen perhaps she'll think of me
From Letras Mania