Oh take me to your arms
For keen the wind doth blow
Oh take me to your arms, my love
For bitter is my woe
Yes bitter is my woe
She hears me not, nor heeds,
She will not list to me,
And here I lie in misery
Beneath the willow tree
Beneath the willow tree
I once had wealth in store
I thought it ne’er would end
I once had gold and silver too
I thought I had a friend
I thought I had a friend
My wealth, my friend are lost;
My love is fled from me
And here I lie in misery
Beneath the willow tree
Beneath the willow tree