Capo na 12? casa G5 D5 Did the wine make her dream G5 D5 Of the far distant spring G5 D5 Or a bed full of hens G5 D5 Or the ghost of a friend G5 D5 All the while that she wept G5 D5 She had a gun by her bed G5 D5 And a letter he wrote G5 D5 From a dry, foundered boat C5 D5 And the train track will take G5 C5 All the wounded ones home C5 D5 And I?ll be alone G5 D5 Fare thee well Sara Jones G5 D5 Now we lie on the floor G5 D5 While the radio war G5 D5 Finds its way through the air G5 D5 Of the dead market square G5 D5 And the beast never seen G5 D5 Licks it?s red talons clean G5 D5 Sara curses the cold G5 D5 G5 "No more snow, no more snow, no more snow"