Bury Me Beneath the Willow

Bury me beneath the willow 'Neath that weeping willow tree When she comes she'll find me sleeping Then perhaps she'll think of me It's many a night while you're sleeping Sleeping in your sleeping clothes I'm a poor boy, broken-hearted Listenin' to the wind that blows Bury me beneath the willow 'Neath that weeping willow tree When she comes she'll find me sleeping Then 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 Then perhaps she'll think of me --- Bury Me Beneath the Willow - Woody Guthrie