When I die, <br />Oh, bury me, please, <br />'Neath the budding <br />Of Springtime's Weeping Willow Tree, <br />Near the creek <br />Where the icy waters flow, <br />And place in my hand <br />A single red rose. <br /> <br />A single red rose, my love, <br />Just an single red rose, <br />To stand for my sweetheart, <br />My only true love... <br /> <br />My only true love, <br />My dearest one, <br />the one I loved <br />Through all my long life, <br />And all my passing days. <br /> <br />And for the child I bore, <br />Put there those violets I love, <br />The ones that grow <br />In the moss along the creek <br />Where the icy waters flow <br />Around the roots <br />Of the green willow tree.<br /><br />Scarlett Treat<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-green-willow-tree/
