Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Pete Seeger
Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Here I sit and cry my fill
And my tears could turn a mill
Johnny has gone for a soldier
Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I loved him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier
I'll sell my rod, I'll sell my reel
To buy my love a sword and shield
But now he lays murdered on the field
Johnny has gone for a soldier
Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I love him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier
Siul siul siul a gra
Me, oh my, I love him so
But only time will heal my woe
Johnny has gone for a soldier
Johnny Has Gone for a Soldier was written by Traditional.