Carla Bruni – If You Were Coming In The Fall (Ukulele)

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+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ +++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++ "I'd brush the summer by..." Tuning: Standard EADGBe Chords: Am: 022000 F: 320003 F7: 320001 Em: x24432 F: x32010 F7: x32310 G: xx0232 Verse If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by

              F7               G
With half a smile and half a spurn,

                    F7      F7   G
As housewives do a fly.

            F7
If I could see you in a year,

I'd wind the months in balls,

              F7               G
And put them each in separate drawers,

                    F7     F7    G
Until their time befalls.

Chorus

         Em
If only centuries delayed,

               Am     F
I'd count them on my hand,

             F                G
Subtracting till my fingers dropped

                   F
Into Van Diemen's land.

             Em
If certain, when this life was out,

                Am         F
That yours and mine should be,

             F             G
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,

            F
And taste eternity.

Outro F7 - F7 - G Verse

             F7
But now, all ignorant of the length

Of time's uncertain wing,

              F7              G
It goads me, like the goblin bee,

                          F7    F7    G
That will not state its sting

Chorus

         Em
If only centuries delayed,

               Am     F
I'd count them on my hand,

             F                G
Subtracting till my fingers dropped

                   F
Into Van Diemen's land.

             Em
If certain, when this life was out,

                Am         F
That yours and mine should be,

             F             G
I'd toss it yonder like a rind,

            F
And taste eternity.

Please rate thanks! Lyrics: If you were coming in the fall, I'd brush the summer by With half a smile and half a spurn, As housewives do a fly. If I could see you in a year, I'd wind the months in balls, And put them each in separate drawers, Until their time befalls. If only centuries delayed, I'd count them on my hand, Subtracting till my fingers dropped Into Van Diemen's land. If certain, when this life was out, That yours and mine should be, I'd toss it yonder like a rind, And taste eternity. But now, all ignorant of the length Of time's uncertain wing, It goads me, like the goblin bee, That will not state its sting +++++++++++ | Raileff | +++++++++++