|Title|| Postcards From Italy|
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|Album||Postcards From Italy single|
|Genre||folk, gypsy, indie, indie folk, singer-songwriter|
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Intro: F |F | A |A F The times we had A Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow F Were not all bad A We put our feet just where they had F Had to go A Never to go F The shattered soul A Following close but nearly twice as slow F Were my good times A There were always golden rocks to throw F At those who A Those who admit defeat too late F Those were our times A Those were our times Interlude: F A - x5 - F Bbadd9 F Dm C Bbadd9 F Dm C Bbadd9 F Dm And I will love to see that day C That day is mine Bbadd9 F When she will marry me Dm C Outside with the willow trees Bbadd9 F Dm And playing songs in May C What made me so Bbadd9 F Dm And I would love to see that day C The day was mine Bbadd9 F Dm C - x10 -