Beirut – Postcards From Italy (Ukulele)

[Intro]
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    F                          A
The times we had, oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow

     F                       A
Were not all bad, we put our feet just where they had

     F            A
Had to go, never to go

    F                        A
The shattered soul following close, but nearly twice as slow

   F                          A
In my good times there were always golden rocks to throw

F                         A
At those who, those who admit defeat too late

            F                     A
Those were our times, those were our times

    Bb     F                Dm        C
And I will love to see that day, that day is mine

     Bb       F           Dm            C
When she will marry me outside with the willow trees

    Bb    F               Dm        C
And pla-a-ay the songs in May, they made me so

    Bb      F                Dm       C
And I would love to see that day, her day was mine