Postcards From Italy

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 -