Kate Rusby - Bitter boy

^CThere was a boy, a b^Fitter^C boy, Who's golden ^Amheart I saw g^Gleaming, I thought I'd ^Cwin the he^Fart ^Cwithin, But now I k^Amnow that I was d^Gre^Caming.

^CBut I will rise, and ^FI will^C sing, Until the ^Amday I can't ^Gconceal it, Because I ^Chold the s^Faddest^C song, And I wish to ^GGod I cannot fe^Fel^C it.

^CThen the boy, the bi^Ftter ^Cboy, He came to ^Amme for rest and ^Ghealing, He reached in his c^Chest, deep i^Fn his ^Cbreast, Held out the ^Amheart for me still gl^Gea^Cming.

^CBut I will rise, and I^F will ^Csing, Until the ^Amday I can't ^Gconceal it, Because I ^Chold th^Fe sadd^Cest song, And I wish to ^GGod I cannot fe^Fel^C it.

^CThen the boy, me a^Fnd the^C boy, We walked for ^Ammiles through storm^Gy weather, Hand in h^Cand, we r^Foamed the l^Cand, And held the ^Amgleaming ^Gheart t^Cogether.

^CBut I will rise, and ^FI will^C sing, Until the ^Amday I can't ^Gconceal it, Because I ho^Cld the sad^Fdest s^Cong, And I wish to G^God I cannot f^Fee^Cl it.

^CThen the boy, the b^Fitter ^Cboy, He came to ^Amtake the gleaming ^Gtreasure, He reached in my c^Chest, deep i^Fn my^C breast, And took the ^Amgleaming ^Gheart f^Corever.

^CBut I will rise, and ^FI will^C sing, Until the ^Amday I can't co^Gnceal it, Because I ^Chold the s^Faddest^C song, And I wish to ^GGod I cannot fe^Fel^C it.