The Field of the Willows
(David Goulder)
CHO: In the field of the willows where I used to stay
It was there I washed all my troubles away
Where the rain came down every hour of the day
In the field of the willows so gay
There lived a hermit on the mountain so high
He bathed himself every tenth of July
The fish in the river rolled over to die
In the field of the willows so gay
We sent a policeman to get on his trail
But when he came back he was tattered and pale
With a pitchfork behind like a long wooden tail
In the field of the willows so gay (CHO)
As I was out walking by the river one day
The minister's daughter came walking my way
She said, Let's go lie down in the hay
In the field of the willows so gay
So into the dark of the barn we did creep
But it wasn't the lady who sang me to sleep
It was seventeen horses, two cows and a sheep
In the field of the willows so gay (CHO)
I spied an old man looking awfully queer
He was under a tree with a bottle of beer
When I got there he'd been dead for a year
In the field of the willows so gay
Well to leave him unburied I thought was a sin
But I was too lazy a grave to begin
So I put on my boots and I trampled him in-
To the field of the willows so gay (CHO)
MC
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