|
G D
Did the wine make her dream
G
Of the far distant spring
G D
Or a bed full of hens
G D
Or the ghost of a friend
G D
All the while that she wept
G D
She had a gun by her bed
G D
And a letter he wrote
G D
From a dry, foundered boat
C D
And the train track will take
G C
All the wounded ones home
C D
And I’ll be alone
G D
Fare thee well Sara Jones
G D
Now we lie on the floor
G D
While the radio war
G D
Finds its way through the air
G D
Of the dead market square
G D
And the beast never seen
G D
Licks it’s red talons clean
G D
Sara curses the cold
G D G
"No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"
|
|
