Standard (EADGBE)

rainy nights in march making you amazed

singing songs of angel fights and silver travelling days

making all my life sound like a lark

trying to sing my heart out

trying to make a start (now won't you)

hang a rising moon on this sinking heart of mine

and meet my willful sadness to it's rest

roll me o'er an ocean where the days ride deep below me

something that was mine will be mine again

sitting here beside you 'till it's far too late to leave

pretending nothing's on my mind and nothing's up my sleeve

but feeling i could very nearly touch you

should i take you without warning

stay until the morning (comes oh)

talking's not so easy, and singing's just not fair

it puts you in a woman's soul to wonder how you got there

i guess i'll just take all the time i need

and i'll kiss you when i know you

find a way to show you (you can)

something that was mine will be mine again