Verse 1 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 Chorus 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 Chorus 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 Chorus x2 Am C And our screaming G Em Is in his screaming Am C G Em Our screaming in the willow tree
