Oh listen to the wailing of the willow
Listen to me crying on my pillow
Crying cos I know my love has gone from me
Living in a world of different places
Staring at a million different faces
Yet I see his face in every face I see
Oh love must lack a sense of humor
It laughs while other people cry
Oh love would love to hear the rumor
That you and I have finally said goodbye
I know that if a heart was meant for breaking
And my heart was ready for the taking
Still I won't complain, for someday love will come again
Must I take a memory for 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
Listen to the wailing of the willow