Cliquot

Bm Em 2x Bm Em A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now, I'll beat on my drum till I'm dead Bm Em Yesterday a fever, tomorrow St. Peter, I'll beat on my drum until then Bm Em What melody will lead my lover from his bed? Bm Em What melody will see him in my arms again? Bm Em Set fire to foundation and burn out the station, you'll never get nothing of mine Bm Em The pane of my window will flicker and billow, I won't leave a stitching behind Bm Em What melody will lead my lover from his bed? Bm Em What melody will see him in my arms again? Bm Em 2x D A Em D I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill A Em D I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill A Em I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older D A Em Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold D A Em 8x