Wailing of the Willow

Listen to the wailing of the willow

Listen to me crying on my pillow

Crying 'cause I know my love has gone from me

Living in a world of different places

Looking at a million different faces

Yet I see her face in every face I see

Love must lack a sense of humor

It laughs when other people cry

Love would love to hear the rumor

That you and I have finally said goodbye

I know that every heart was made for breaking

And my love was ready for the taking

Still I won't complain for someday love will call again

Must I take a memory as a token

To replace a heart that love has broken

Will the wailing willow always weep for me

Must I see her face in every face I see

Listen to the wailing of the willow tree