Jul
23
What is this from?
When in my grave I lonely sleep,
And the weeping willows o’er [me] weep,
Tis then dear friend and not before,
That I will think of thee no more
When in my grave I lonely sleep,
And the weeping willows o’er [me] weep,
Tis then dear friend and not before,
That I will think of thee no more
