Beneath the willow tree
she cried,
A lost and broken soul.
The wind blew hard and
scored her bones
but still she didn't go.

Her love now lay below
the ground,
eternally interred.
No other folks
accompanied her,
she's the only one that cared.

Her tears fell fast upon
his grave
and washed away the dirt.
His name now clear
upon that stone
only made her hurt.

She took the knife,
it's tip, it gleamed
and thrust it into her.
Beneath the willow tree
she died,
and still nobody cared.