Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
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(Chorus)
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Bury me beneath the willow,
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'neath the weeping willow tree.
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When she hears that I am sleeping,
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Maybe then, she'll think of me.
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My heart is sad and I am lonely.
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Thinking of the one I love.
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Will I see her? Never. Never.
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Not ‘til we meet in heaven above.
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So, (Chorus)
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She told me that she really loved me.
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How could I believe her untrue?
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Then one day some neighbors told me
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“She has proven untrue to you”
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So, (Chorus)
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Tomorrow was to be our wedding.
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I pray “Oh Lord, where can she be?”
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She has gone; she’d gone to love another.
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She no longer cares for me.
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So, (Chorus)
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Maybe then she'll think of me.
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Weeping Willow
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| Kingston Trio |
