Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

C#mMy lover always meets me with a smileA BMy lover always kind, always patientC#mMy lover like honey and milkA BMy lover on a cold November morningC#m G#mBut on the former Sunday I gave him inA B D# FAnd on the former Sunday he went awayC#m G#mAll the grief that I have caused isA BNothing now, compared to thisC#m G#mAll the grief that I have given himA BIs nothing now, compared to thisA C#mAnd I can see him as he lies thereA B C#mAnd I can see him in his graveC#mMy lover on a bed in the evening mistA BTender and pure in his last momentC#mMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairA BOut on the pillow out on me.