Daniel Romano - On the banks of trilliums

^DOn the banks of trilliums my ^G/Blovin’ I did la^Dy and I ^G/Btook out my ^Dguitar and a ^Emtune for her I’d ^Gplay In the ^Dmiddle of a tune, I ^G/Bstopped and I did ^Dsay, Oh ^GMisha oh M^Emisha woul^Dd you leave me?

^DOh when you were a^G/B girl, did you ^Dhear your father say that h^G/Be’d rather see you ^Ddead than ^Emburied in the cla^Gy ^DSooner than be marri^G/Bed to any runaway ^D by the ^Glovely s^Emweet banks of^D trillium

^DOh Misha I’m no ru^G/Bnaway, and soon^D I’ll let them know I can ^G/Btake the good hard ^Dwork, and ^Emnever will I go ^{G D}For the music doesn’^G/Bt need me, at anot^Dher shallow show, no day ^Gwill I g^Emo roving to a^Dnother

^DI should leave it ^G/Ball behind, nev^Der to return again, for th^G/Be cities they won’t^D mind, and^Em I’ve nothing for^G to say ^DAnd I’m not true lov^G/Be, we’ll sit and w^De will play, on the ^Glovelyyyyy ^Emsweet banks of trill^Dium

^G/BFarther ^Dalong we’ll^G/B, know more ^Dabout it ^G/BFarther ^Dalong we’ll, ^Emunderstand ^Awhy Cheer up my ^Dbrother,^G/B live in the ^Dsunshine ^G/BWe’ll und^Derstand it,^A all by and ^Dby