Listen to the wailing of the willow
Listen to me crying on my pillow
Crying 'cause 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

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 heart was ready for the taking
Still I won't complain for someday love will call 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...