Beneath That Willow Tree

My love has wealth and beauty, the rich attend her door.
My love has wealth and beauty while I, alas, am poor.
The ribbon fell right down her hair is all that's left to me.
So, here I lie alone to die, beneath that willow tree.

Come fold me in your arms, my love, for keen the winds do blow
Come fold me in your arms, my love, for bitter is my woe.
She hears me not, she cares for me not, neither will she listen to me.
So, here I lie alone to die, beneath that willow tree.

I once had wealth and beauty, I thought it would never end.
I once had wealth and beauty, I thought I had a friend.
My friends grew cross, my money lost, my home was'a'taken from me.
So, here I lie alone to die, beneath that willow tree.

My love has wealth and beauty, the rich attend her door.
My love has wealth and beauty while I, alas, am poor.
The ribbon fell right down her hair is all that's left to me.
So, here I lie alone to die, beneath that willow tree.

The ribbon fell right down her hair is all that's left to me.

So, here I lie alone to die, beneath that willow tree.