Tom: D
D G
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
D A
to wreath around your brow,
D G
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear,
D A D
the flowers have all withered now.
( D G D A D G D A D )
D G
I know that you have seen trouble,
D A
but never hang down your head,
D G
your love for me is like the flowers,
D A D
your love for me is dead.
D G
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
D A
to wreath around your brow,
D G
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear,
D A D
the flowers have all withered now.
D G
It was on one bright June morning,
D A
the roses were in bloom,
D G
I shot and killed my darling,
D A D
and what will be my doom?
D G
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
D A
to wreath around your brow,
D G
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear,
D A D
the flowers have all withered now.
( D G D A D )
D G
Closed eyes cannot see these roses,
D A
closed hands cannot hold them, you know,
D G
and these lips that still cannot kiss me
D A D
has gone from me forever more.
D G
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside
D A
to wreath around your brow,
D G
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear,
D A D
the flowers have all withered now.
