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

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