Oh, Johnny, Johnny, Johnny, come home Your love would lie still by your side
You promised that no more you should roam And never would leave your young bride
But when you answered the pipe from the drum And left the plough to shoulder a gun
You swore that ere the summer should come Your love would lie still by your side
Oh, Johnny, Johnny, the flowers of spring Have already withered and died
And hide
High above the skylark to sing It never will be Christmas time
Your letters under her pillow she keeps And counts the days instead of the sheep
Pass so slowly before she can sleep With her love lying still by her side
A winter's tale
Memories of summer
Summer's gone
A sad winter's tale
The snow, the blinds, the old and the young
A winter's tale
A winter's tale
Memories of summer's gone
A sad winter's tale
The snow, the blinds, the old and the young
Oh, Johnny, Johnny, your son has been born But there's no one to heed when he cries
For when the reaper came for the corn Your poor wife did fall soon to his side
But as he passed away on the hill
He helped some men to find his way home
And young men their fellows to kill
Johnny now can lie ever still With his love lying close by his side
Johnny now can lie ever still With his love lying close by his side
Johnny now can lie ever still With his love lying close by his side