Lyrics of Buttermilk hill

The Weavers

pochette album Buttermilk hill
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Here i sit on buttermilk hill
Who can play me, cry my fill
And every tear and turn of milk
Johnny is gone for a soldier

I sold my rock, i sold my reel
I even sold my spinning wheel
To buy my love a sword of steel
Johnny is gone for a soldier

Behold my, i loved him so
Broke my heart to see him go
And only time can heal my wound
Johnny is gone for a soldier

Here i sit on buttermilk hill
Who can play me, cry my fill
And every tear and turn of milk
Johnny is gone for a soldier

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