The Weeping Willow Tree

Sweet river flow
Flow gently to the sea
Near the house above where dwells my love
By the weeping willow tree, the tree
The weeping willow tree.

Beneath the shade of a willow tree
In the place they call Portree
It's there I'll stay 'til she comes my way
But my love knows not of me, of me
My love knows not of me.

Oh the wildflowers grow so free and so fair
And many's the flower I see
But the flowers so rare cannot compare
To the wonder I see in thee, in thee
The wonder I see in thee

Then I will fashion a sweet bouquet
And dressed so fine I'll be
When I pledge my love by the house above
The weeping willow tree, the tree
The Weeping willow tree

Oh he has fashioned a sweet bouquet
And dressed so fine was he
When he pledged his love by the house above
The weeping willow tree, the tree
The weeping willow tree

Now the wildflowers flow so free and so fair
And many's the flower I see
For the sweet bouquet she has thrown away
By the banks of the Margaree so free
By the banks of the river free

Now the sweet bouquet has withered away
And washed out to the sea
But the seed lies low 'neath the melting snow
By the shade of a wild oak tree, the tree
By the shade of a wild oak tree

Sweet river flow
Flow gently to the sea
Near the house above where dwells my love
By the shade of a wild oak tree, the tree
The shade of a wild oak tree.