My heart is sad and I'm in sorrow,
for the only one I love,
when shall I see him, oh, no never,
'till I meet him in heaven above.
Oh, bury me under the weeping willow,
yes, under the weeping willow tree.
So he may know where I am sleeping,
and perhaps he will weep over me.
They told me that he did not love me,
I could not believe it was true,
until an angel softly whispered,
"He has proven untrue to you."
Tomorrow was our wedding day,
but, oh Lord, oh, where is he?
He's gone to seek him another bride,
and he cares no more for me.