Love must like a sense of humor
It laughs when other people cry
Love would love to hear the rumor
But you and I have finally said goodbye
I know that every heart was made for breaking
And my love is ready for the breaking
Still I won't complain
cause someday my love will call again
Must I take the memory out of token
to replace heart has broken
Will the wailing willow always weep for me
Must I see his face in every face I see
Listen to the wailing of the willow tree