Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

A#mMy lover always meets me with a smileF# G#My lover always kind, always patientA#mMy lover like honey and milkF# G#My lover on a cold November morningA#m FmBut on the former Sunday I gave him inF# G# C DAnd on the former Sunday he went awayA#m FmAll the grief that I have caused isF# G#Nothing now, compared to thisA#m FmAll the grief that I have given himF# G#Is nothing now, compared to thisF# A#mAnd I can see him as he lies thereF# G# A#mAnd I can see him in his graveA#mMy lover on a bed in the evening mistF# G#Tender and pure in his last momentA#mMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairF# G#Out on the pillow out on me.