Johnny Flynn - Churlish may

^CI met J^Fane in S^Ameptember's ^Fthrow ^CJanuary's ^Fgrass, we let ^Ameach other ^Fgo ^GI met H^Felen on ^AmMarch's ^Fback ^GShe took my c^Foat and she ^Cstole my h^Dmat ^AmI met you w^Ghen the w^Ceather got ^Ffine ^AmYou said 'I've got yo^Gurs if yo^Cu've got mine^F'

And the ^Cworst and ^Fbest of ^Call we ^Fknew Stay^Amed out to ^Frust in the ^Gmor^Fning d^Cew

^CDidn't take ^Flong to s^Aming our lov^Fe ^CWas a harv^Fest feast, was^Am a hand to ^Fglove ^GWhen winter c^Fame you couldn'^Amt stand to^F sit ^GYou just the ^Fsame never b^Curnt but l^Dmit ^AmWith a world at ^Gwar and my tho^Cughts on yo^Fu ^AmI didn't care to fa^Gll, there w^Casn't much to ^Fdo

And the w^Corst and b^Fest of a^Cll we k^Fnew Sta^Amyed out to ^Frust in the ^Gmor^Fning d^Cew

^CChurlish May^F when the^Am year was f^Fair ^CGone full ^Fcircle when th^Amings went s^Fquare ^GAte my ^Fmeal an ^Amun-noble b^Feast ^GLeft me to pa^Fy not a ^Cmovable fe^Dmast ^AmLook I got ^Gnothing, dunno ^Cwhere I a^Fm ^AmGot a fistful of qu^Gestions, no^Ct an answer to^F hand

And the w^Corst and b^Fest of ^Call we k^Fnew S^Amtayed out to ^Frust in the ^Gmorn^Fing ^Amdew With a b^Glow me d^Fown the r^Amoad, dead in the w^Food

^CFurther from you n^Fow, then the ^Amroots from the ^Fleaves ^CDrunk on the^F wood, ne^Amver seen any t^Frees ^GMy ore's out the w^Fater and the ^Amlake that I'm ^Fsailing ^GIs your dear ^Ffather's daughter and it's ^Ccold and I'm^Dm ailing

^CAre you drowning me ^Fslowly, was the sc^Amhool meant to t^Feach ^CAre you leaving so ^Fslowly, where's the sh^Amore, where's the b^Feach?

And the w^Corst and b^Fest of ^Call we k^Fnew S^Amtayed out to ^Frust in the ^Gmorn^Fing ^Amdew