Jeffrey Foucault - I dream an old lover

^AmYou still come to me in ^Cdreams ^GThis little bed can barely ^Amhold ^AmThe dark beauty of your ^Ceyes ^GBurn like a fire in the ^Amcold

^AmComfort is the only ^Ckind ^GHearts like flowers bloom and ^Amfade ^AmAgainst the chill that finds the ^Cbone ^GIs come from dust to dust in ^Amtrade

^AmYour sorrow for another ^Ccoin ^GA phrase no lover fails to ^Amstrike ^AmThe record of our briefest ^Ckiss ^GThe shadows of our love ^Amalike

^AmAs memory and the sea are ^Cdeep ^GInside our blue and nameless ^Amblood ^AmCoursing through this mortal ^Cfuse ^GThe flower with its frailest ^Ambud

^AmYou still come to me in ^Cdreams ^GThis little bed can barely ^Amhold ^AmThe dark beauty of your ^Ceyes ^GBurn like a fire in the ^Amcold