I will weep On soiled ground Though I have turned The wicked round It seems my brain Is left to rot Rot in half The other not But I ain't coming home To see my bride She's dead and gone On the other side I will creep By the willow tree Hold my breath As if to see Her ghostly Idle hands Will learn to dance When I sell my soul At the crossroads Seems the devil Has come to pass Pass over me To everlast But I ain't coming home To keep my pride To let it grip Like the wretch inside I will creep By the willow tree Hold my breath As if to see Her Ghostly My love is gone I will hold darkly To her memory Even if I see Her ghostly I'll cut down the willow tree My love is gone I will hold darkly To her memory Even if I see Her ghostly I'll cut down the willow tree My love is gone I will hold darkly To her memory Even if I see Her ghostly I'll cut down the willow tree