Newsgroups: rec.music.makers.guitar.tablature From: julie.hayne@his.com (Julie Hayne) Date: Sun, 15 Aug 1993 11:49:06 WITHERED AND DIED Richard Thompson Transcribed by Phil Saunders

^CThis cruel country has ^Fdriven me down ^GTeased me and ^Clied, ^Fteased me and ^Glied ^CI've only sad stories to ^Ftell to this town ^GMy dreams have withered and d^Cied

^FOnce I was bending the ^Ctops of the ^Dmtrees ^CKind words in my ^Dmear, kind ^Amfaces to ^Gsee

Then I struck up with a boy from the West, Played run and hide, played run and hide. Count one to ten and he's gone with the rest My dreams have withered and died Silver moon sail up and silver moon shine On the waters so wide, waters so wide Steal from the bed of some good friend of mine My dreams have withered and died If I was a butterfly lived for a day Then I could be free just blowing away This cruel country has driven me down Teased me and lied, teased me and lied I've only sad stories to tell to this town My dreams have withered and dies

Richard Thompson - Withered and died