[A.P. Carter]
As I say, that was in 1927, the second day of August.
I'll never forget it.
My heart is sad, and I'm in sorrow
For the only one I love
When shall I see him? Oh, no, never
'Til I meet him in heaven above
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
Perhaps will weep over me
They told me that he did not love me
I could hardly believe it was true
Until an angel softly whispered
"He has proven untrue to you"
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
Perhaps he will weep over me
And perhaps he will weep over me
Tomorrow was our wedding day
But no, Lord, where is he?
He's gone and found him another bride
And he cares no more for me
Oh, bury me under the Weeping Willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps will weep over me
And perhaps will weep over me
Bury me under the violets blue
To prove my love to him
Tell him that I'd die for him
His love I never could win
Bury me under the Weeping Willow tree
So he may know where I am sleeping
And perhaps will weep over me
And perhaps will weep over me
And perhaps will weep over me
And perhaps will weep over me
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