Bury Me Beneath The Willow Traditional - Woody Guthrie Bury me beneath the willow Neath the weeping willow tree When she comes she finds me sleeping Then perhaps she’ll think of me It’s been many a night while you’re sleeping Sleeping in your sleeping clothes I’m a poor boy, broken hearted Listenin’ to the wind that blows Tomorrow was to be our wedding God, oh Lord, where can she be She has gone to find another She no longer cares for me * This is the version I recorded myself   alles-uke.de