The Wailing of the Willow

Listen to the wailing of the willow
 Listen to me crying on my pillow
 Crying for I know my love is gone from me
 Living in a world of different places
 Looking at a million different faces
 Yet I see a face in every face I see
 Love must lack a sense of humor
 It laughs when other people cry
 Love would love to hear the rumor
 That you and I have finally said goodbye
 I know that every heart was made for breaking
 And my love was ready for the taking
 Still I won't complain for someday love will call again
 Must I take a memory as a token
 To replace a heart that love has broken?
 Will the wailing willow always weep for me?
 Must I see a face in every face I see
 Listen to the wailing of the willow tree