Am A lilac comes on a poisoned thorn F Am It has roots dirty and torn F Am Young-uns a playin' as the black crow flies G Mama's weeping Am Hear the mountains cry. Am There was another, a wild dirt flower F Am Cold was her heart and as dark as dire F Am Tears on the ground where her love did die G 'Neath the bloody moon Am Hear the mountains cry. (Fiddle break) Am Oh dig his grave narrow and deep F Am Set a jug of whiskey by his thirsty feet F Am And lay two pennies on his roving eyes G Two women wailing Am As the mountains cry. F Am Oh the wind blows weary and the willows sigh G Am Rivers of sorrow when the mountains cry. (x2)