I sit alone beneath a weeping willow tree
by Charlie Spaulding
To ponder thoughts I keep in memory;
The sky above is a delicate gentle blue
As were your eyes, alight with love so true.
I never asked that we be here forever
Only that we stroll through this life together;
It didn't seem too much to ask for then
Had I to do it over I would ask the same again.
You deserved much better than you got from life
You knew only hardship and bitter strife;
I pray that it wasn't altogether all my fault
That it may ease my conscience in my thought.
I will always hope to meet you by and by
Amidst peace and happiness somewhere in the sky;
If it be the will of God above
We may dwell always in the light of love.
As a little child cries into its pillow soft
I hear a faint weeping coming from aloft;
Might it be only the sound of a vagrant breeze
Flowing sadly through the weeping willows leaves?