Tom: G
C D G
The rainfall in Morecambe embitters me,
C D G
It soaks my hair and stings my cheeks,
C D G
But you know that I am fond of you,
C D
And all the things we're yet to do.
C D G
Procrastination, pay no heed of time,
C D G
Pursue romance and beak and wine,
C D G
But you know that they're all fond of you,
C D
And all the things you claim you'll do.
C Em G
You will meet her by the statue,
C Em G
And you'll tell her what she wants to hear,
C Em G
Dont you know that young hearts bruise so easily,
C Em G
And you sound like Billy Liar, My Dear.
C D G
Local girl put your heart in his hands,
C D G
Should it fall apart understand,
C D G
You know that I am fond of you,
C D
And all the things we will never do.
C D
Her heart
Her heart
Her heart
