Listen to the wailing of the willow.
Listen to my crying on my pillow.
Crying for I know my love is gone from me.

Living in a world of different places.
Looking 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 love was ready for the taking.
Still I won't complain for someday love will call again.

Must I take a memory as 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.