Kari Rueslatten - My Loveradd

F#mMy lover always meets me with a smileD EMy lover always kind, always patientF#mMy lover like honey and milkD EMy lover on a cold November morningF#m C#mBut on the former Sunday I gave him inD E G# A#And on the former Sunday he went awayF#m C#mAll the grief that I have caused isD ENothing now, compared to thisF#m C#mAll the grief that I have given himD EIs nothing now, compared to thisD F#mAnd I can see him as he lies thereD E F#mAnd I can see him in his graveF#mMy lover on a bed in the evening mistD ETender and pure in his last momentF#mMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairD EOut on the pillow out on me.