Bitter Boy Kate Rusby There was a boy, a bitt[F]er boy,[C][F][C] Whose [Am]golden he[F]art I saw [C]gleami[G]ng. I [F]thought I'd [C]win the [F]heart wi[C]thin, But [Am]now I [F]know that I was [G]dream[C]ing. But [F]I will [C]rise, and [F]I will[C] sing, Un[Am]til I kno[F]w I can't con[C]ceal i[G]t. Be[F]cause I [C]hold the [F]saddest s[C]ong, I [F]wish to G[G]od I cannot [F]feel [C]it. [F] [C] And [F]then the b[C]oy, the [F]bitter b[C]oy, He [Am]came to m[F]e for rest and [C]heal[G]ing. He (azchords.com)
