The Weavers - Buttermilk Hill lyrics

Here I sit on bu*termilk hill Who can play me, cry my fill And every tear could turn a mill 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 bu*termilk hill Who can play me, cry my fill And every tear could turn a mill Johnny is gone for a soldier