Intro: B
[B]This, no song of in[B7]genue
[E]This, no ballad of [Eb]innocence;
[G#m]This, the rhyme of a [E]lady who
[C#m]Followed ever the [F#]natural bents.
[B]This, a solo of [B7]sapience,
[E]This, a chantey of [Eb]sophistry,
[G#m]This, the sum of exp[E]eriments,
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
[B]Decked in garments of [B7]sable hue,
[E] Daubed with ashes of [Eb]myriad Lents,
[G#m] Wearing shower b[E]ouquets of rue,
[C#m] Walk I ever in [F#]penitence.
[B] Oft I roam, as my[B7] heart repents,
[E] Through God's acre of m[Eb]emory,
[G#m] Marking stones, in my r[E]everence,
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
Pictures [Eb]pass me in [G#m]long review,--
Marching [E]columns of [F#]dead ev[B]ents.
I was [Eb]tender, and, [G#m]often, true;
Ever a [C#m]prey to coinci[F#]dence.
[B] Always knew I the [B7]consequence;
[E] Always saw what the [Eb]end would be.
[G#m] We're as Nature has [E]made us -- hence
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
[B]Princes, never I'd [B7]give offense,
[E] Won't you think of me [Eb]tenderly?
[G#m] Here's my strength and my [E]weakness, gents -
[B]This, no song of in[B7]genue
[E]This, no ballad of [Eb]innocence;
[G#m]This, the rhyme of a [E]lady who
[B]This, no song of in[B7]genue
[E]This, no ballad of [Eb]innocence;
[G#m]This, the rhyme of a [E]lady who
[C#m]Followed ever the [F#]natural bents.
[B]This, a solo of [B7]sapience,
[E]This, a chantey of [Eb]sophistry,
[G#m]This, the sum of exp[E]eriments,
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
[B]Decked in garments of [B7]sable hue,
[E] Daubed with ashes of [Eb]myriad Lents,
[G#m] Wearing shower b[E]ouquets of rue,
[C#m] Walk I ever in [F#]penitence.
[B] Oft I roam, as my[B7] heart repents,
[E] Through God's acre of m[Eb]emory,
[G#m] Marking stones, in my r[E]everence,
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
Pictures [Eb]pass me in [G#m]long review,--
Marching [E]columns of [F#]dead ev[B]ents.
I was [Eb]tender, and, [G#m]often, true;
Ever a [C#m]prey to coinci[F#]dence.
[B] Always knew I the [B7]consequence;
[E] Always saw what the [Eb]end would be.
[G#m] We're as Nature has [E]made us -- hence
[C#m]I loved them until [F#]they loved [B]me.
I loved them until th[B7]ey loved me.
E Eb G#m, E, C#m, F#
I loved them until they loved me.
[B]Princes, never I'd [B7]give offense,
[E] Won't you think of me [Eb]tenderly?
[G#m] Here's my strength and my [E]weakness, gents -
[B]This, no song of in[B7]genue
[E]This, no ballad of [Eb]innocence;
[G#m]This, the rhyme of a [E]lady who
