Love, won't you take a walk with me through the cemetery? Love, won't you lie down with me in the statuary? Come drink some wine with me underneath the old oak tree We'll pour the rest into the ground for Mr. & Mrs. Brown for Mr. & Mrs. Brown Flowers are blooming here grown from rain and widow's tears You put one behind my ear This is where we will spend our years this is where we will spend our years Come and have a cry with me beneath the old oak tree tears fall into the ground For Mr. & Mrs. Brown For Mr. & Mrs. Brown Ain't nobody ever want to live with me sitting all alone 'neath the old oak tree