Tom: Am
C
C E G
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
C E G
I grow old I shall wear the bottom 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 E G
let us go then you and I and lie 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 E G
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
C E G C
I grow old I shall wear my trousers rolled says Elliot
