The Flower Seller

A A A A D D A A A A D D A D The streets of New York would be cold in the winter, A E There's a millon foot prints in the snow, A D An old man roasting chestnuts, and a young Uilleann piper, A E Who plays so easy and slow. D A And all the young lovers who pull up in taxis, E For flowers to make their love last. A D A E White Rose for new love, and Red Rose for true love. A E A Violets for love of the past. A D The young piper's family, they come from Boncrana, A E He knows places that she used to know, A D And it sounds so familiar, it could have been yesterday, A E Although its a lifetime ago. D A She remembers her true love, the night that she left him, E And the sadness when they saw each other part. A D A E White Rose for new love, and Red Rose for true love. A E A Violets for love of the past. A D The world is a small place, in New York at Christmas, A E And everybodys, everybodys friend. A D She sells all her flowers, she might by a ticket, A E And go back to Boncrana again. D A And all the young lovers who pull up in taxis, E For flowers to make their love last. A D A E White Rose for new love, and Red Rose for true love. A E A Violets for love of the past. A D She returned on vaction, to visit relations, A E And the love she left standing on the quay. A D But now he wears a band of gold, on a finger she once thought her own. A E Disheartened once more she must run. D A She might have liked to stay, but her memory would betray, E The words deep within her heart. A D A E The wind blew on the Galway Bay, once more she must sail away. A E A Violets for love of the past. D A And all the young lovers who pull up in taxis, E For flowers to make their love last. A D A E White Rose for new love, and Red Rose for true love. A E A Violets for love of the past. D A And all the young lovers who pull up in taxis, E For flowers to make their love last. A D A E White Rose for new love, and Red Rose for true love. A E A Violets for love of the past. A E A Violets for love of the past. (TO FADE)