Says Elliott

C C E G I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot C E G I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot F C Dm F days keep growing short, nights too C let us go then, you and I E G and try to unlearn, says Elliot F C Dm F C he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters C E G let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot F C Dm and put a record on the gramophone Am Lie down dear D on the weed G Don't weep dear E D gayly clad C E G sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot C E G sadness is a long round ribbon, says he F C Dm sadness is beautiful C E G I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot C E G C I grow old I shall wear my trousers rolled says Elliot