Chris de Burgh - Leningrad

There she st^Emood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And the m^Amemories came r^Emolling back of L^Bmeningrad in the w^Emar, ^Am

For the g^Emirl in the photograph, much had changed in the years that passed, But her l^Amonging for the b^Emoy she loved was st^Bmill the same since the w^Emar,

It was a m^Doonless night upon the r^Goad of life, when he'd h^Ameld her to say goodb^Bye, Many m^Emore would survive, for he st^Amayed behind to h^Belp them live ag^Emain,^{Am Em Am Em Am B}

When they m^Emet at the garden gate, tears would fall from a deep embrace, For she n^Amever knew what h^Emappened to the b^Bmoy she loved in the w^Emar,

Back in those h^Dappy days, before the s^Goldiers came, to br^Ameak down the ones who rem^Bained, And they ^Emonly survived, who could l^Amearn to die, and l^Bive to fight ag^Emain,^{Am Em}

Oh Leningr^Emad... Oh Leningr^Amad..^Em. ^{Am Em B}

There they st^Emood in an empty room, heard a voice from another time, And their m^Amemories came r^Emolling back of L^Bmeningrad in the w^Emar.