A weeping willow sits on a branch
weeping weeping the poor weeping willow
a tear falls on my head now i start to weep
soon i'm crying all the time
and someone stops to say
oh little miss you've beeing weeping for days
and my reply is..
i've held it in for so long now when i want to stop..
i just can't
it hurt to see him leave like that
its not his fault that he died
its my fault for i killed my one and only love
long ago i never told him how much i really cared
and now he is long gone - out of reach you see
the angels came and took him
right when he knocked over the chair
and now i've become a weeping widow...
