"Under the Willow She's Sleeping"

Under the willow I breathe a prayer
    linger
 Longing to slumber forever
     with
Near to my angel of ^ golden hair
 Where mothers are sorrowing never
 In lands where therese's sorrowing 
       never

Near to my angel of golden hair
 To slumber beside her forever

Under the willow I breathe 
     a prayer
 Longing to linger forever
Near to my angel of golden hair
            sorrow on
He'll come home with ^ grief upon his heart
 That none but he can know
  With pangs of thought
  (I know not what)
 of some impending woe.
  and fears of coming woe
He'll To count the cost 
  of days now lost
    can
 That time will ^ ne'er renew
He'll come home he'll not forget me
For his word is always true.

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