The Running Kind
Lyrics
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill Who can blame me, cryin' my fill And ev'ry tear would turn a mill Johnny has gone for a soldier Shule, shule, shule agra Me, oh my, I loved him so And only time will heal my woe Johnny has gone for a soldier I'll sell my flax and I'll sell my wheel To buy my love a sword of steel So it in battle he might wield Johnny has gone for a soldier Shule, shule, shule agra Me, oh my, I loved him so And only time will heal my woe Johnny has gone for a soldier I'll dye my petticoats, dye them red, And through the streets I'll beg my bread, Till he come back and we are wed Johnny has gone for a soldier.
Audio Features
Song Details
- Duration
- 03:47
- Key
- 4
- Tempo
- 148 BPM