Buttermilk Hill Lyrics - The Weavers

There I sat on Buttermilk hill 

Who can blame me, cry my fill 

And every tear would turn a mill 

Johnny has gone for a soldier 

I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel 

I even sold my spinning wheel 

To buy my love a sword of steel 

Johnny has gone for a soldier 

Me oh my, I loved a him so 

Broke my heart to see him go 

And only time can heal my woe 

Johnny has gone for a soldier 

There I sat on Buttermilk hill 

Who can blame me, cry my fill 

And every tear would turn a mill 

Johnny has gone for a soldier