Lyrics:

Bob ShaneNick ReynoldsJohn Stewart Chorus: Bury me beneath the willow, 'neath the weeping willow tree. When she hears that I am sleeping, maybe then, she'll think of me. My heart is sad and I am lonely. Dreaming of the one that I love. When will I see her? I know not when, not unless it's up in heaven above. (Chorus) She told me that she really loved me. How could I believe her untrue When all the angels seemed to whisper she will prove untrue to you? (Chorus) Maybe then she'll think of me. Ooooo.