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