Postcards From Italy

Intro: D |D | Gb |Gb

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

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


Interlude:
D Gb - x5 -    D 
Gadd9 D Bm A
Gadd9 D Bm A


    Gadd9   D              Bm 
And I will love to see that day
     A
That day is mine
     Gadd9   D
When she will marry me
   Bm            A
Outside with the willow trees

    Gadd9  D        Bm
And playing songs in May
     A
What made me so
    Gadd9  D                Bm
And I would love to see that day
    A
The day was mine

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