Intro
F#m Bm x2
[Verse]
F#m Bm
E plague in the workhouse, a plague on the poor now, I'll beat on my drum till I'm dead
F#m Bm
Yesterday a fever, tomorrow St. Peter, I'll beat on my drum until then
[Chorus]
F#m Bm
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
F#m Bm
What melody will see him in my arms again?
[Verse]
F#m Bm
Set fire to foundation and burn out the station, you'll never get nothing of mine
F#m Bm
The pane of my window will flicker and billow, I won't leave a stitching behind
[Chorus]
F#m Bm
What melody will lead my lover from his bed?
F#m Bm
What melody will see him in my arms again?
[Interlude]
F#m Bm x2
[Bridge]
A E Bm A
I'll sing of the walls of the well and the house at the top of the hill
E Bm A
I'll sing of the bottles of wine that we left on our old windowsill
E Bm
I'll sing of the years you will spend getting sadder and older
A E Bm
Oh love, and the cold, the oncoming cold
[Outro]
A E Bm x8