Steve Tilston
weeping willow replanted
Take my boat down to the river side.
Weeping Willow weep for me.
Take a ride down to the rollinâ sea.
Watch the world go by through the hanging leaves.
Weeping Willow weep for me.
I believe this riverâs bound to set me free.
Rockinâ Rollinâ drift with the shifting tide.
Weeping Willow weep for me.
Let the river decide, the way itâs meant to be.
The one I loveâs gone to some other place.
Weeping Willow weep for me.
That special face will not let me be.
If this river was wine, oh it ainât no lie.
Weeping Willow weep for me.
Iâd drink it dry, cry a salty sea.