Lyrics:

Bury me beneath the willow
'Neath that weeping willow tree
When she comes, she'll find me sleeping
And perhaps she'll think of me

It's a many a night while you lay sleeping
Sleeping in your sleeping clothes
I'm a poor boy, broken-hearted
Listenin' to that wind that blows

Bury me beneath the willow
'Neath that weeping willow tree
When she comes, she'll find me sleeping
And 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
And perhaps she'll think of me