Misc Your Songs - Nils hagen - a widows song

The ^Amsky is ^Fgold in the ^Cevening The ^Ammountains ^Fbathing in the ^Gsun. The ^Amsteppe is ^Fcovered in ^Cflowers, ^CAs it ^Gwas when we were ^Amyoung.

He'll ^Fnever return to ^Amsee me, To take ^Fflowers from my ^Amhand. Be^Cneath the stars I ^Fwan^Cder, In the ^Ffield, ^Galone I ^Cstand.

I ^Amknew it when we ^Fparted in ^CJune, You were ^Amleaving ^Fforever on that ^Gtrain. But ^Amwhen the ^Fnews came in ^Cautumn, It fell ^Chard like ^GOctober ^Amrain.

He'll ^Fnever return to ^Amsee me, To take ^Fflowers from my ^Amhand. Be^Cneath the stars I ^Fwan^Cder, In the ^Ffield, ^Galone I ^Cstand.

They ^Amsaid you ^Fdied in ^Cglory, To the ^Amend ^Fyou stood ^Gbrave. But ^Amall I ^Fknow is ^Csorrow, My ^Csoul is ^Gburied in your ^Amgrave.

He'll ^Fnever return to ^Amsee me, To take ^Fflowers from my ^Amhand. Be^Cneath the stars I ^Fwan^Cder, In the ^Ffield, ^Galone I ^Cstand.

^AmWhy do the ^Fmountains not ^Cfall, ^AmWhy do ^Flakes not ^Coverflow, ^AmWhen men like ^Fmine ^Cperish, And ^Cnone are ^Gleft to reap and ^Amsow?

I ^Amask the ^FEarth when ^Cit will end, ^AmMothers losing ^Fhusband and ^Gson. She ^Amanswers: ^FI've seen it ^Cevery day I've ^Csat here^G underneath the^Am sun.

He'll ^Fnever return to ^Amsee me, To take ^Fflowers from my ^Amhand. Be^Cneath the stars I ^Fwan^Cder, In the ^Ffield, ^Galone I ^Cstand. Be^Cneath the stars I ^Fwan^Cder, In the ^Ffield, ^Galone I ^Cstand.