Eliza Gilkyson - Her melancholy muse

In the darkest hour, ^Gmidnight blues ^F The shadow of her ^Csoul I choose She hears the call and ^Gcan't refuse ^F Her melancholy m^Cuse

Her feather bed lies ^Gon the ground ^F Aroused before he ^Claid her down Like birds of pray they ^Gtry to lose ^F Her melancholy m^Cuse ^{F C}

His ^Fhair was tangled ^Cin her hands They ^Gfell and flew through ^Fborder^Clands ^F And what was her and ^Cwhat was him Was ^Glost under the skin

The ^Fmoon shines down on ^Cwaters deep She ^Gprays for love her ^Fsoul to ^Ckeep ^F And as the glowing ^Cember dies We'll ^Gwhisper slow goodbyes

A ^Cnighthawk's on the ^Gwing tonight She ^Fsings for him, she ^Csings [ ? ] She sings for love to ^Gwin or lose ^F Her melancholy m^Cuse ^{G F} Her melancholy m^Cuse