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BURY ME BENEATH THE WILLOW (THE WEEPING WILLOW) Sung by: Mrs. Almeda Riddle Recorded in Miller, AR 8/22/57 Click here to listen to the original recording Weeping for the one I love; But then I know I'll never see him 'Til we meet in heaven above. Bury me beneath the willow, 'Neath the weeping willow tree; And when he knows that I am sleeping, Maybe then he'll think of me. Next Sunday was our wedding day, But will you tell me, where is he? He's gone 'way off to court another, And weeping here he has left me. When they told me that he did not love me, I thought, "Oh, how can it be?" Until in a dream an angel whispered, "He never has or will love thee." Then bury me under the weeping willow, Under the weeping willow tree, And when he knows that I am sleeping, Maybe then he'll think of me. Plant on my grave a snow-white lily, And on my tomb a turtledove, So if he sometimes comes to see me, He then can see I died for love. But bury me under a willow, Under a weeping willow tree, And when he knows that I am sleeping, Maybe then he'll think of me. Also found in Randolph, Vol. IV, #747, "Bury Me Beneath the Willow"; Brown, Vol. III, #267, "The Weeping Willow." |
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