, weeping widow Weeping widow, don't you cry Dressed in black, I don't know why All the time that you've been waiting You should feel like celebrating Weeping
Bury me beneath the willow Beneath the weeping willow tree When she hears that I am sleeping Maybe then she'll think of me My heart is sad and I am lonely
Babylon you must die in god's fire You can't survive, hell has arrived Once a thriving town, now rubble and ashes Hungry homeless human, sitting on ruins
The men, they are weeping too Father, why are all the women weeping? They are weeping for their men Then why are all the men there weeping? They are weeping
more for me Oh, bury me beneath the willow Under the weeping willow tree So he may know where I am sleeping And perhaps he'll weep for me And perhaps he'll weep
we uncovered in time If you still remember that cold December I reigned in your mind Sleeping Annaleah, weeping Annaleah Then you'd be ready for me Sleeping Annaleah, weeping
some And Elvis just shows up when he's hungry Lightning strikes at everyone But only hits the very lucky Weeping statues, weeping, weeping Elvis sightings
Lady, weeping at the crossroads Would you meet your love In the twilight with his greyhounds And the hawk on his glove? Bribe the bird then on the branches
If every lover that you'd ever known Could turn around would you take one? Or would you really rather be alone And full of wrath and when you might, please
We come to Your throne with weeping We come to Your throne with sorrow and shame We come to Your throne with weeping We come We come to Your throne with
Weeping tree, shoulders to the sky Never understood why Weeping tree, should've let you go How was I to know? And if you find a clue I hope you find
pity They are merciless killers comiting deadly sins They give terrible death to their own children Doom to Torment and Sorrow theirs and themselves too! It's a weeping
of a weeping willow Once I played as an innocent child And the earth was my only pillow As I gazed at the clouds passing by II What became of the weeping
am a willow weeping willow (hhhhhhhhhhhhoooooo) (aah ah ah ah ah...) Will he see what's becoming of me? I am a paddle Will he please come and tend to me I am a willow weeping
When I was 10 years old My parents were poor Our house was so cold And I was still in school and learning And then I never really got too far And everyone
me Beside me, beside me, beside me Weeping willow The pills under my pillow Weeping willow The pills under my pillow Weeping willow The gun under your pillow Weeping willow Weeping
Weeping willows rustle So to distract my troubled mind I hate this kind of hustle How come your love is so unkind
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