Alasdair Roberts - Down where the willow wands weep

I took my only young son^C and my only daugh^Gter Down where the willow wands^C weep into the wa^Gter And Walter, my young son,^C he reached up and ^Gcaught her When away, like a seedling,^C a gentle wind br^Gought her

I had a daughter and ^Ca son ^G But in the undergrowth I lo^Cst them ^G For I am made of blood and^C bone ^G And they are ^Cmade of bud and ^Gblossom ^{C G}

And ^Bmall the ^Emsorrows ^Gof their^C sires ^G Their ^Dsinning ^Cand wrong^Ddoing^C cost me ^G Upon the thorny, thorny ^Cbriars ^{G D} May the ^Cwild water^G toss me

And ^Bmso I'll ^Emleave my ^Gnative^C land ^{G D}Clad in ^Cbirch and ^Drhodo^Cdendron ^G In Caerlon, Albion ^Cand Man ^{G D} May rivers ^Cflow and ever ^Gwend on ^D May rivers ^Cflow and ever ^Gwend on