Tom: C
C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
E G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
E G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
F C Dm F
Days keep growing short, nights too
C
Let us go then, you and I
E G
And try to unlearn, says Elliot
F C Dm F C
He seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
C
Let us go then you and I and lie
E G
By marble stone says Elliot
F C Dm
And put a record on the gramophone
Am
Lie down dear
D
On the weed
G
Don't weep dear
E D
Gayly clad
C E G
Sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
C E G
Sadness is a long round ribbon, says he
F C Dm
Sadness is beautiful
C
I grow old I shall wear the bottom
E G
Of my trousers rolled says Elliot
C
I grow old I shall wear
E G C
My trousers rolled says Elliot
