Key: A
Introduction:
Am F
It was just before the moon hung
Am F
Her weary heavy head in
Am F
The gallows and the graves of
Am F
The milky milky cradle
Am F
His tears have turned to poppies
Am F
A shimmer in the midnight
Am F
A flower in the twilight
Am F
A flower in the twilight
Am C
And our screaming
G Em
Is in his screaming
Am C G Em
Our screaming in the willow tree.
Verse 2
Am F
They took him to the gallows
Am F
He fought them all the way though
Am F
And when they asked us how we knew
Am F
His name
Am F
We died just before him
Am F
Our eyes are in the flowers
Am F
Our hands are in the branches
Am F
Our voices in the breezes
Am C
And our screaming
G Em
Is in his screaming
Am C G Em
Our screaming in the willow tree
Verse 3
Am F
We're waiting by the willow
Am F
Our milky milky cradle
Am F
Our lockets long have rusted
Am F
His picture worn and weathered
Am F
Our hair is in the garden
Am F
The roses in our toeses
Am F
Our heart are in the blossoms
Am F
Our eyes are in the branches
Am C
And our screaming
G Em
Is in his screaming
Am C G Em
Our screaming in the willow tree (2x)