#123 - Postcards From Italy
Beirut
Level:
Medium
Intro:
[F] [A]
[F] [A]
The [F] times we had
Oh, when the [A] wind would blow with rain and snow
Were [F] not all bad
We put our [A] feet just where they had
Had to [F] go
Never to [A] go
The [F] shattered soul
Following [A] close but nearly twice as slow
Were [F] my good times
There were [A] always golden rocks to throw
At [F] those who
Those who [A] admit defeat too late
Those were our [F] times
Those were our [A] times
(interlude:)
[F] [A]
[F] [A]
[F] [F/C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
And [Bb] I will [F] love to see that [Dm] day
That [C] day is mine
When [Bb] she will [F] marry me
[Dm] Outside with [C] the willow trees
And [Bb] plaaa-aaa-[F]-aaying songs in [Dm] May
What [C] made me so
And [Bb] I would [F] love to see that [Dm] day
The [C/] (stop) the day was mine
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb] [F] [Dm] [C]
[Bb/]