- Votes:
- Composer:
- Timothy P. O'Brien
 
- Genres:
- Folk
 
- Tags:
- acoustic guitar
- bluegrass
- flatpicking
- new americana
 
- See also:
Tim O'Brien - Down in the Willow Garden lyrics
Down in the willow garden
 Where me and my true love did meet
 It was there, we went a courting
 My love fell off to sleep
 I had a bottle of burgundy wine
 My true love, she did not know
 It was there, I murdered that dear little girl
 Down on the banks below
 I drew my saber through her
 It was a bloody knife
 I threw her into the river
 And it was an awful sight
 My father often, he told me
 That money would set me free
 If I'd but murdered that dear little girl
 Who's name was Rose Connelly
 Tim O'Brien - Down in the Willow Garden - http://motolyrics.com/tim-obrien/down-in-the-willow-garden-lyrics.html
 Now, he stands at his cabin door
 Wiping his tear dimmed eye
 Gazing on his own dear son
 Upon the gallows high
 My race is run beneath the sun
 The devil is waiting for me
 For I did murder that dear little girl
 Who's name was Rose Connelly
 Down in the willow garden
 Where me and my true love did meet
 It was there, we went a courting
 My love fell off to sleep
 I had a bottle of burgundy wine
 My true love, she did not know
 It was there, I murdered that dear little girl
 Down on the banks below












