Jan Smith
Willow Tree


I weep for the willow
I weep for the willow tree
I weep for the willow and the
willow weeps for me

The berry to the briar
the grape to the twisting vine
I belong to my baby and my
baby he’s all mine

Way up in the hollow
stands a white-tail buck
He don’t lack for nothing, no
but a white-tail doe to love

Wash me in the blood of Jesus
My soul is bound for hell
Lord it must be sinful
to love a man so well

There’s a cold wind on the mountain
and my baby put me out
The birds and the bees and the willow trees
they know what they’re crying about

The berry to the briar
the grape to the twisting vine
I belong to my baby and my
baby he’s all mine

I weep for the willow
I weep for the willow tree
I weep for the willow and the
willow weeps for me