Verse
F#m D
It was just before the moon hung
F#m D
Her weary heavy head in
F#m D
The gallows and the graves of
F#m D
The milky milky cradle
F#m D
His tears have turned to poppies
F#m D
F# shimmer in the midnight
F#m D
F# flower in the twilight
F#m D
F# flower in the twilight
Chorus
F#m A
And our screaming
E C#m
Is in his screaming
F#m A E C#m
Our screaming in the willow tree.
Verse 2
F#m D
They took him to the gallows
F#m D
He fought them all the way though
F#m D
And when they asked us how we knew
F#m D
His name
F#m D
We died just before him
F#m D
Our eyes are in the flowers
F#m D
Our hands are in the branches
F#m D
Our voices in the breezes
Chorus
F#m A
And our screaming
E C#m
Is in his screaming
F#m A E C#m
Our screaming in the willow tree
Verse 3
F#m D
We're waiting by the willow
F#m D
Our milky milky cradle
F#m D
Our lockets long have rusted
F#m D
His picture worn and weathered
F#m D
Our hair is in the garden
F#m D
The roses in our toeses
F#m D
Our heart are in the blossoms
F#m D
Our eyes are in the branches
Chorus x2
F#m A
And our screaming
E C#m
Is in his screaming
F#m A E C#m
Our screaming in the willow tree