I Was On The Back Of A Nightingale

Gm Gm F Cm Gm I was on the back of a nightingale Cm Gm F Living like a king Cm Bb F Listening to the songs that you'd sing. Gm Gm F Cm Gm Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes Cm Gm F We were blind from birth Cm Bb F Until that night. Cm Bb F Gm Gm F Bb Love grows old Cm Gm F And we die younger each time. Eb Heaven loves a martyr Cm Bb F And how am I supposed to run Cm Bb F With my legs sunk in the mud? Cm Bb F I wish I had grown up Cm Bb F a little longer Cm Bb F And if we'd flown south Cm Bb F we'd have a home at least for now; Cm Bb F Love grows old Cm Bb F Gm And I lived like a king Closure Gm