http://www.johnspillane.com/passage-west/ I [Am]met my love in Pa[C]ssage west The sun was sinking do[F]wn to rest The river to the st[Em]ars confessed ?Twas the da[F]rk haired woman I loved best We wandered down by the Chapel Square And there was magic in the air And Mother Nature gently pressed The burning river to her breast I offered her...