Bury Me Under the Weeping Willow

(A.P. Carter, Peer International Corp. 1928)

From the album The House Carpenter’s Daughter

Well, my heart is sad and I am lonesome for the only one I love. When shall we meet? Oh, no never till we meet in heaven above. So bury me underneath the willow, under the weeping willow tree. So that he may know where I am sleeping and perhaps he’ll weep for me.

Well, he told me that he dearly loved me. Oh, how could it be untrue? Until the angels softly whispered, “he will prove untrue to you.” So bury me underneath the willow, under the weeping willow tree. So that he may know where I am sleeping and perhaps he’ll weep for me.

Well, tomorrow was to be our wedding day but oh my god where can he be? He’s out a-courting with another and no longer cares for me. So bury me underneath the willow, under the weeping willow tree. So that he may know where I am sleeping and perhaps he’ll weep for me.