Postcards From Italy

Intro: G |G | B |B

     G
The times we had
              B
Oh, when the wind would blow with rain and snow 
     G
Were not all bad 
            B
We put our feet just where they had 
       G
Had to go
         B
Never to go 

    G
The shattered soul 
        B
Following close but nearly twice as slow 
     G
Were my good times 
           B
There were always golden rocks to throw 
   G
At those who 
          B
Those who admit defeat too late 
               G
Those were our times 
               B
Those were our times


Interlude:
G B - x5 -    G 
Cadd9 G Em D
Cadd9 G Em D


    Cadd9   G              Em 
And I will love to see that day
     D
That day is mine
     Cadd9   G
When she will marry me
   Em            D
Outside with the willow trees

    Cadd9  G        Em
And playing songs in May
     D
What made me so
    Cadd9  G                Em
And I would love to see that day
    D
The day was mine

Cadd9 G Em D - x10 -