Churlish May Johnny Flynn
Another lovely song by Johnnly Flynn, I think I got the chords right, but let me know if not!
I[F] met J[Bb]ane in Sept[Dm]ember's thr[Bb]ow
J[F]anuary's g[Bb]rass, we let each o[Dm]ther g[Bb]o
I[C] met He[Bb]len on Mar[Dm]ch's b[Bb]ack
S[C]he took my c[Bb]oat and she st[Dm]ole my h[Bb]at
I[F] met y[Bb]ou when the we[Dm]ather got fi[Bb]ne
You said 'I'[F]ve got y[Bb]ours if yo[Dm]u've got [Bb]mine'
And the wo[F]rst and b[Bb]est of a[F]ll we k[Bb]new
Sta[Dm]yed out to r[Bb]ust in the m[C]orn[Bb]ing d[F]ew
Didn't take long to sing our love
Was a harvest feast, was a hand to glove
When winter came you couldn't stand to sit
You just the same never burnt but lit
With a world at war and my thoughts on you
I didn't care to fall, there wasn't much to do
And the worst and best of all we knew
Stayed out to rust in the morning dew
Churlish May when the year was fair
Gone full circle when things went square
Ate my meal an un-noble beast
Left me to pay not a movable feast
Look I got nothing, dunno where I am
Got a fistful of questions, not an answer to hand
And the wo[F]rst and b[Bb]est of a[F]ll we kn[Bb]ew
St[Dm]ayed out to r[Bb]ust in the m[C]orn[Bb]ing d[Dm]ew
Morning d[C]ew
With a bl[Dm]ow me down the ro[Bb]ad, dead in the wo[F]od
Further from you now, then the roots from the leaves
Drunk on the wood, never seen any trees
My ore's out the water and the lake that I'm sailing
Is your dear father's daughter and it's cold and I'm ailing
Are you drowning me slowly, was the school meant to teach
Are you leaving so slowly, where's the shore, where's the beach?
And the worst and best of all we knew
Stayed out to rust in the morning dew
----------------
Lots of Love,
Bart
Important: The song above is NOT stored on the Chordie server. The original song is hosted at www.guitartabs.cc. Chordie works as a search engine and provides on-the-fly formatting. Chordie does not index songs against artists'/composers' will. To remove this song please click here.
