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"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 could never win

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

And perhaps will weep over me