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my life
I'll search for the sky
That she wonders by

Somewhere in the dreams
Skies hold
Still the willow weeps
On roses for her bed
In laughs
my life
I'll search for the sky
That she wonders by

Somewhere in the dreams
Skies hold
Still the willow weeps
On roses for her bed
In laughs
blooms, but it`s not the flower for me.
It's then I'll uproot the red, red rose, and plant a willow tree.
And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree
the red rose blooms, that's not the flower for me
I think I'll pull the red rose up and plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree.

And the willow
the king of the hill
American dream I?m livin? that for real
Eleven Corvette a nigga tell me how you feel
The diamonds on my teeth and put them on my
by the chicks in the club
Now they want to rub my belly wanna show ya boy some love
They see me iced up they be like wassup?
Try to jack me if you
rose blooms

That's not the flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree

And the willow
rose blooms
That's not the flower for me
For then I'll pluck the red rose off
And plant a willow tree
And plant a willow tree

And the willow tree
Come and listen for a moment, lads
And hear me tell my tale
How across the sea from England
I was condemned to sail
Now the jury found me guilty
Then
And the willows by its side still gently weep
But still in restless dreams by this most peaceful stream
The poppies wake me from my rightful sleep
By the banks of the river
Where the willows hang down
And the wild birds all warble
With their high, lonesome sound
Down in some hollow
Where
in my eyes
To the brim they filled up

Days and night pass 
But stilt I must go to lay in the grass 
And weep by the willows
In the stone garden
who sleeps
While the river bank weeps to the old willow tree.
In the port of Amsterdam there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries in
Written by George Jones and Jack Ripley

Just a few of my favorite lies . . .

Lately I don't even miss her
Yes it's true, out of sight and out
a sailor who sleeps
While the river bank weeps
To the old Willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam
There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
the willows weep
The tide is high and the water's deep

I can't stand
I can't take
I can't stand this fallin' for you
Every time I see you, I keep a crawlin'
a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
a sailor who sleeps
While the riverbank weeps
With the old willow tree
In the port of Amsterdam

There's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries
will save your face, but not your council estates

Gee life is cheap!
The forests pine and the willows weep
Checkmate! you've sealed our fate
Cape D'Antibes , or in Spain ,
I follow the sun by boat or by plane,
It's any old millionaire in a storm,
For I've got my mink to keep my heart warm:
see me in Cape D'Antibes , or in Spain,
I follow the sun by boat or by plane,
It's any old millionaire in a storm,
For I've got my mink to keep my
the schoolgirl that used to be me

Ah, the apple trees,
Where at garden teas,
Jack-o-lanterns swung:
Fashions of the day,
Vests of applique,
Dresses
cruelly has beguiled me"
"Oh woe, that the blood of that ruffian boy did spring in my body"
Jack O'Rion sped off to his own house, saying "Tom, my boy, come
I run and get a weeping willow
(Yes, I would)
And let it weep for you
(Yes, I would)
I put a lucky charm beneath your pillow
But ain't nothing I
who sleeps
While the river-bank weeps to the old willow tree

In the port of Amsterdam, there's a sailor who dies
Full of beer, full of cries, in