Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

BmMy lover always meets me with a smileG AMy lover always kind, always patientBmMy lover like honey and milkG AMy lover on a cold November morningBm F#mBut on the former Sunday I gave him inG A C# D#And on the former Sunday he went awayBm F#mAll the grief that I have caused isG ANothing now, compared to thisBm F#mAll the grief that I have given himG AIs nothing now, compared to thisG BmAnd I can see him as he lies thereG A BmAnd I can see him in his graveBmMy lover on a bed in the evening mistG ATender and pure in his last momentBmMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairG AOut on the pillow out on me.