Tom: Gm
Gm
[Verse 1]
Gm F Cm Gm
I was on the back of a nightingale
Cm Gm F
Living like a king
Cm Bb F
Listening to the songs that you'd sing.
Gm
[Verse 2]
Gm F Cm Gm
Home fires were burning and the smoke stung our eyes
Cm Gm F
We were blind from birth
Cm Bb F
Until that night.
Cm Bb F
Gm
[Verse 3]
Gm F Bb
Love grows old
Cm Gm F
And we die younger each time.
Eb
Heaven loves a martyr
Cm Bb F
And how am I supposed to run
Cm Bb F
With my legs sunk in the mud?
Cm Bb F
I wish I had grown up
Cm Bb F
a little longer
Cm Bb F
And if we'd flown south
Cm Bb F
we'd have a home at least for now;
Cm Bb F
Love grows old
Cm Bb F Gm
And I lived like a king
