Intro
E Amaj7 G#m7 Amaj7 x2
[Verse]
E Amaj7
F# kindly word for friends and strangers almost anyone she meets
E Amaj7
F# lonely house at the end of the road full of silly memories
G#m7 A F#m B7
And when the locals laugh at her she turns a blind eye to it all
E Amaj7
She sees the irony and so what no-one really meant it
E Amaj7
F# grey old lady, touched and lonesome, just a little bit eccentric
G#m7 A F#m B7
But no-one sees the secrets hidden in a diary stowed beneath the stairs
[Bridge 1]
E Amaj7
And she sat that night in her chair by the fire hearing his violin
B A E
Tears appeared and burned her cheeks as he caressed every string
C#m F#m
As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes the coals are growing dim
B A E
And when the room grows cold she still recalls every inch of him.
G-C#m pause E Amaj7 X2
E Amaj7
Germaine was a leggy lady, barely old enough to know how
E Amaj7
To hold the right knife at the table it was difficult but somehow
G#m7 A F#m B7
She caught the eye of an evening pirate and he sailed his way into her heart
E Amaj7
Her Valentino played violin till it was well into the night
E Amaj7
Enjoyed her evening oh so much although she never ate a bite
G#m7 C#m F#m B7
So Cinderella lost her slipper to a Lilting, Latin Gigolo.
[Bridge 2]
C#m F#m
And he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin
B A E
Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string
C#m F#m
As the day appeared with the tables cleared, she was still there listening
B A E C#m
And she rose to go with her eyes still closed, but she paused to glance at him.
F#m B
There was no-one there but her and as she sadly took her fur, she heard...
[Interlude]
E B F#m B x2
[Verse]
E C#m F#m A C#m B
F# little weary eyed, but smiling she wandered home...Alone.
E Amaj7 X2
E Amaj7
Then every evening she came back to her table by the window
E Amaj7
An anxious lady looking at the man who lit her candle
G#m7 A F#m B7
And as the waitresses took their coats she’d stand and leave to call a cab
Cmaj7 G#m7 x4
[Bridge 3]
Cmaj7 G#m7
They closed The Ritz at the end of the war they had boards on every door
A#maj7 Fm7
With peeling paint and ceilings cracks and not a carpet for the floor
Em7 Am7 Dm7 G
Some seen a candle flicker through and old and broken window pane
[Outro]
C#m F#m
Now she sits that night in her chair by the fire hearing his violin
B A E C#m
Tears appear and burned her cheeks as he caresses every string
C#m F#m
As the dawn arrives to hurt her eyes the coals are growing dim
B A E
And when the room grows cold she still recalls every inch of him.
C#m F#m
When he stood that night by the tableside playing his violin
B A E
Tears arrived in Germaine's eyes as he caressed every string
C#m F#m
As the day appeared with the tables cleared, she was still there listening
B A E
And she rose to go with her eyes still closed, but she paused to glance at him.
E C#m F#m A E B
F# little weary eyed, but smiling she wandered home...Alone.