Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

EmMy lover always meets me with a smileC DMy lover always kind, always patientEmMy lover like honey and milkC DMy lover on a cold November morningEm BmBut on the former Sunday I gave him inC D F# G#And on the former Sunday he went awayEm BmAll the grief that I have caused isC DNothing now, compared to thisEm BmAll the grief that I have given himC DIs nothing now, compared to thisC EmAnd I can see him as he lies thereC D EmAnd I can see him in his graveEmMy lover on a bed in the evening mistC DTender and pure in his last momentEmMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairC DOut on the pillow out on me.