Listen to the wailing of the willow Listen to my crying on my pillow Crying for I know my love has gone from me
Living in a world of different places Looking at a million different faces Yet I see his 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 to takin' 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 his face in every face I see Listen to the wailing of the willow tree