Wailing Of The Willow

Listen to the wailing of the willows

Listen to my crying on my pillow

Crying for I know my love is gone from me

Living in a world of different places

Looking at a million different faces

Yet I see a 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 takin'

Still I won't complain but 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