(intro) B5 E5 B5 A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor E5 Now I'll beat on my drum 'til I'm dead B5 Yesterday, a fever, tomorrow, St. Peter E5 I'll beat on my drum until then. B5 E5 But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? B5 E5 What melody will see him in my arms again? (mesmos acordes da primeira estrofe) Set fire to foundation and burn out the station You'll never get nothing of mine The pane of my window will flicker and glimmer I won't leave a stitching behind B5 E5 But what melody will lead my lover from his bed? B5 E5 What melody will see him in my arms again? ( B5 E5 ) (2x) D5 A5 E5 D5 I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill A5 E5 D5 I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill A5 E5 D5 I'll sing of the usual spin getting sadder and older, A5 E5 Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold ( D5 A5 E5 )
