D G Bury me beneath the willowD A7 'Neath that weeping willow treeD G When she comes she'll find me sleepingD A7 D Then perhaps she'll think of me [Verse]D G It's many a night while you're sleepingD A7 Sleeping in your sleeping clothesD G I'm a poor boy, broken heartedD A7 D Listenin' to the wind that blows [Chorus]D G Bury me beneath the willowD A7 'Neath that weeping willow treeD G When she comes she'll find me sleepingD A7 D Then perhaps she'll think of me [Verse]D G Tomorrow was to be our weddingD A7 God, oh Lord, where can she beD G She has gone to find anotherD A7 D She no longer cares for me [Chorus]D G Bury me beneath the willowD A7 'Neath that weeping willow treeD G When she comes she'll find me sleepingD A7 D Then perhaps she'll think of me
Bury Me Beneath The Willow
Woody Guthrie
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