My heart is sad and I am lone ly, think ing of the one I love.

I know I nev er more shall see him till we met in heav’n a bove.

So bur y me be neath the wil low; ’Neath the weep ing wil low tree.

And when he knows where I am sleep ing, then per haps he’ll weep for me.

They told me that he loved an oth er, I could not be lieve them true

un til an an gel soft ly whis pered, “he has proved his love un true.”

So bur y me be neath the wil low, ’neath the weep ing wil low tree,

and when he knows where I am sleep ing then per haps he’ll weep for me.

To mor row was to be our wed ding Lord, oh Lord where can he be?

He’s gone a way to wed an oth er; he no lon ger cares for me.

So bur y me, oh bur y me

’neath the weep ing wil low tree

And when he knows where I am sleep ing, then per haps he’ll weep,

weep,

weep,

for me.