Bob Shane/Nick Reynolds/John Stewart
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.
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"
Tomorrow was to be our wedding.
I pray "Oh Lord, where can she be?"
She has gone; she'd gone to love another.
She no longer cares for me.
Maybe then she'll think of me.