I see a weeping willow
It seems to hide its face
I know it's only shielding
My mother's resting place
Why do you weep dear willow
Why do your branches hang low
Could it be you know a secret
That other trees don't know
When I was young my mother
Her love was there for me
But now I know she's resting
Beneath that willow tree
Why do you weep dear willow
Why do your branches hang low
Could it be you know a secret
That other trees don't know