Harry Belafonte - Blue Willow Moan

Willow, willow with your head hung down
Are you weeping for me this morning
Don't you know that my woman has left this old town
And the blues they done come and tore me down

Steamboat calling from the waterline
No use calling to me this morning
Don't you know that my sorrows
Got me chained to the ground
And the blues they done come and tore me down

Whistle, whistle on that lonesome train
Are you moaning for me this morning
Tell me why in the day time
Do you make that midnight sound
And bring those blues that just come and tear me down

Dark cloud rolling in the summer sky
Is your cold rain for me this morning
Why don't you let that old sun shine
Spread a smile all around
An chase those blues that just come and tear me down