Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John 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.

Losowe piosenki:
Luxury
Fuck This Band
Heater Moves And Eyes
Dancing Invisible
Out In The Fields