Gathering Flowers From The Hillside Teclado

	  

              D                              G 
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside 
      D                        A 
to wreath around your brow, 
               D                        G 
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear, 
      D            A              D 
the flowers have all withered now. 

D G D A D G D A D  

         D                               G 
    I know that you have seen trouble, 
          D                            A 
    but never hang down your head, 
           D                                 G 
    your love for me is like the flowers, 
             D          A         D 
    your love for me is dead. 

             D                               G 
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside 
       D                       A 
to wreath around your brow, 
               D                       G 
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear, 
     D             A             D 
the flowers have all withered now. 

             D                     G 
    It was on one bright June morning, 
         D                  A 
    the roses were in bloom, 
         D                 G 
    I shot and killed my darling, 
            D        A         D 
    and what will be my doom? 

             D                              G 
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside 
       D                        A 
to wreath around your brow, 
               D                       G 
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear, 
      D            A             D 
the flowers have all withered now. 

( D G D A D ) 

              D                          G 
    Closed eyes cannot see these roses, 
              D                                    A 
    closed hands cannot hold them, you know, 
                  D                       G 
    and these lips that still cannot kiss me 
          D            A          D 
    has gone from me forever more. 

             D                              G 
I've been gathering flowers from the hillside 
      D                        A 
to wreath around your brow, 
               D                       G 
but you've kept me a-waitin' so long, dear, 
     D             A             D 
the flowers have all withered now.