My heart is sad and I'm in sorrow, thinking of the one I love.
When shall I see him? Oh, November, she made him in heaven above.
Then bury me beneath the willow, under the maple and willow tree.
He may know her, I am sleep, but never happy, so weep for me.
He told me that he did not love me, how could I believe him true?
Until an angel softly whispered, it's true but untrue to you.
Then bury me beneath the willow, under the maple and willow tree.
He may know her, I am sleep, but never happy, so weep for me.
How could I believe him true?
Tomorrow was the wedding day, the last offer cannot be free.
He's gone, he's gone to wed another he no longer cares to see.
Bury me beneath the willow, under the weeping willow tree.
He may know where I am sleeping, perhaps he will weep over me.