
	
	 
		Love must like a sense of humor
		It laughs when other people cry
		Love would love to hear the rumor
		But you and I have finally said goodbye
		I know that every heart was made for breaking
		And my love is ready for the breaking
		Still I won't complain
		cause someday my love will call again
		Must I take the memory out of token
		to replace heart has broken
		Will the wailing willow always weep for me
		Must I see his face in every face I see
Listen to the wailing of the willow tree