Kate Rusby - My young man

^CMy young m^Gan we^Fars a f^Amrown ^AmWith h^Fis eyes all c^Dlosed and h^Asus4is head bow^Ced down, ^GMy yo^Cung man ne^Dver sleeps. ^COh th^Asus4e rain it ^Efalls upo^Dmn his back, ^DmThe du^Est bef^Bore ^Amhis eyes is black, ^FOft the t^Dimes, oft ^Dmthe time^Cs my young man weeps.

^CMy young ^Gman we^Fars a c^Amoat, ^GOnce, lo^Fng ago, a bonnie c^Goat ^GWhich my ^Cyoung man ^Emwore with pride. ^CNow I dre^Dmss the coat all on his back, ^GFor love for hi^Emm I will^Am not lack, ^AmBut to see it n^Dmow, that co^Emllier's coat, I can't abide.

^CMy young m^Fan, where's he gone' ^COnce i^Fn his e^Dmyes my w^Fhole ^Gworld shone ^GNow my y^Amoung man he loo^Dmks away. ^DmMan and wife^Em we used ^Gto be N^Gow he's l^Cike a child ^Amupon my knee ^FAnd in my a^Dmrms I hel^Gp my young ^Cman through the day.

^CA young girl ^Fno more am I ^FBut I shall no^Gt weep and I will not cry, ^GFor my y^Amoung man needs ^Dmme still. ^AmIf someon^Fe's w^Ematching ^Gup above ^GYou'll s^Cee how much^Am my de^Far I love, ^FSo le^Asus4ave him h^Dmere, I need^G him now ^Cand always will. ^COh if someon^Fe's ^Emwatching ^Gup above ^GYou^C'll see how^Am much m^Fy dear I love, ^FAnd I^Amf he ^Dmmust go, ^Glet y^Cour best angels keep him well