Ian & Sylvia - The french girl

^AThree silver ^Gri^Bmngs^Em On ^Dslim hands wavi^Ang Flash bright in ^Dcandle light ^G Till S^Bmunday's early ^Emmorn

^AWe found her ^Gro^Bmom ^Em That ^Drainy mornin^Ag She took my ^Dhand through winding ^Groads And ^Bmled me ^Emhome

Some ^Ared French ^Gwi^Bmne ^Em When ^Dlater wakin^Ag In her warm ^Dhideaway^G She ^Bmsmiled and combed her ^Emhair

^AWe talked of ^Gal^Bml ^Em We ^Dtalked of nothin^Ag I left with ^Dpromises to mee^Gt She ^Bmtold me ^Emwhere

^ABut she laughed each time I ^Dasked her name Vague ^Apromises to ^Dmeet again But her^G friends down at ^Dthe French cafe Had no ^AEnglish words for me

^ASo you may ^Gfi^Bmnd ^Em Ab^Dove the bord^Aer A girl with ^Dsilver rings ^GI never ^Bmknew her ^Emname

^AYou're bound to ^Glo^Bmse ^Em She's ^Dtoo much for y^Aou She'll leave you ^Dlost some rainy ^Gmorn You ^Bmwon't be the ^Emsame ^AYou won't be the ^Dsame