Tom: Bm
Bm Em
A plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now, I'll beat on my drum till I'm dead
Bm Em
Yesterday a fever, tomorrow St. Peter, I'll beat on my drum until then
[Chorus]
Bm Em
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
Bm Em
What melody will see him in my arms again?
[Verse]
Bm Em
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station, you'll never get nothing of mine
Bm Em
The pane of my window will flicker and billow, I won't leave a stitching behind
[Chorus]
Bm Em
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
Bm Em
What melody will see him in my arms again?
[Interlude]
Bm Em x2
[Bridge]
D A Em D
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
A Em D
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
A Em
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
D A Em
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold
