The Wailing Of The Willow کے بول

Listen to the wailing of the willows, Listen to me crying on my pillow Crying cause I know my love is gone from me Living in a world of different places, Looking at a million different faces Yet I see a 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 takin', 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 a face in every place I see Listen to the wailing of the willow tree