Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

DmMy lover always meets me with a smileA# CMy lover always kind, always patientDmMy lover like honey and milkA# CMy lover on a cold November morningDm AmBut on the former Sunday I gave him inA# C E F#And on the former Sunday he went awayDm AmAll the grief that I have caused isA# CNothing now, compared to thisDm AmAll the grief that I have given himA# CIs nothing now, compared to thisA# DmAnd I can see him as he lies thereA# C DmAnd I can see him in his graveDmMy lover on a bed in the evening mistA# CTender and pure in his last momentDmMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairA# COut on the pillow out on me.