The Wailing of the Willow

Listen to the wailing of the willows,
Listen to me crying on my pillow
Crying cause I know my love is gone from meLiving 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 goodbyeI know that every heart was made for breaking
And my love was ready for the takin',
Still I won't complain for someday love will call again