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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.
Thinking of the one I love.
Will I see her? Never. Never.
Not til we meet in heaven above.
So, (Chorus)
She told me that she really loved me.
How could I believe her untrue?
Then one day some neighbors told me
She has proven untrue to you
So, (Chorus)
Tomorrow was to be our wedding.
I pray Oh Lord, where can she be?
She has gone; shed gone to love another.
She no longer cares for me.
So, (Chorus)
Maybe then she'll think of me.