Connie Converse - There is a vine

There is a v^Gine gro^Cwing on my ^Dgarden w^Gall, and it is b^D7rown and withered in the ^Gfall, C (C) Em D7 and in the spring its leaves are green and blossoms all aflame, G C (C) D G but, spring or fall, still I love you just the same.

There is a g^Gate hal^Cfway down my ^Dgarden w^Gall, and in the n^D7ight I lock it, bolts and ^Gall, C (C) Em D7 and in the day it's open wide to all who would come through, G C (C) D G but, day or night, it is never locked for you.

and year by ^D7year it seems to stand and ^Gwait, C (C) Em D7 and here am I beneath the tree, for I am waiting too, G C (C) D G and, oh, my love, I will always wait for you.