American Patchwork Quartet - Gone for Soldier Lyrics

Here I sit on Buttermilk Hill
Who can blame me, cryin' my fill
And ev'ry tear would turn a mill
My lover has gone for a soldier

Loved them oh I loved them so
Broke my heart to see them go
Only time can heal my woe
My lover has gone for a soldier

I'll dye my clothes, I'll dye them red
And through the streets, I'll beg for bread
For the one I adore, from me has fled
My lover has gone for a soldier

I'll sell my flax, I'll sell my meal,
Sell my only spinnin' wheel
To buy for them a sword of steel
My lover has gone for a soldier

Oh my darling, oh my love,
Gone the rainbow, gone the dove,
May we meet again, in Heaven above
My lover has gone for a soldier.