Verse 1) Down in the hollow, where the cypress roots twist, Stands a weeping willow, kissed by the cold mist. They say a girl named Sarah, lost her way one night, Now her ghost still lingers, in the pale moonlight. (Chorus) Oh, the weeping willow of Crow Creek, bends its branches low, Whispering old secrets, of a love it used to know. The water runs murky, reflecting skies of gray, And a country boy's sorrow, won't ever fade away. (Verse 2) Her daddy searched the banks, till his eyes went blind, Left a broken shotgun, and a tortured mind. The townsfolk they whispered, of shadows in the cane, A darkness in the water, washing out the rain. (Bridge) Sometimes on a still night, when the air turns cold and deep, You can hear a lonesome fiddle, where the ancient spirits sleep. Calling out her name, to the wind that sighs and moans, Just a country boy's lament, carried in the stones. (Chorus) Oh, the weeping willow of Crow Creek, bends its branches low, Whispering old secrets, of a love it used to know. The water runs murky, reflecting skies of gray, And a country boy's sorrow, won't ever fade away. (Outro) She's still there, they say, in the roots and the mud, A heartbeat in the darkness, understood.
