AmMy lover always meets me with a smileF GMy lover always kind, always patientAmMy lover like honey and milkF GMy lover on a cold November morningAm EmBut on the former Sunday I gave him inF G B C#And on the former Sunday he went awayAm EmAll the grief that I have caused isF GNothing now, compared to thisAm EmAll the grief that I have given himF GIs nothing now, compared to thisF AmAnd I can see him as he lies thereF G AmAnd I can see him in his graveAmMy lover on a bed in the evening mistF GTender and pure in his last momentAmMy lover on a bed, spreads his beautiful hairF GOut on the pillow out on me.
