Paul Roland - Werewolves of london

^ECloaked in gloom in the ^Gsmoking room ^EHunched in the claw of the ^Devening ^Gchair ^EBeneath the drapes, in the ^Gmoon beams plume A ^Cgentleman of ^Bleisure craves the ^Enight’s air.

^ETaking a leaf from ^GBurke and friend, he ^Ehails a cab to the ^DEast ^GEnd The ^Ehansom cab driver’s ^Gunaware of the ^Cchanging dispo^Bsition ^Eof his fare.

^CThe ^Gwerewolves of ^AmLondon In ^Cwinter’s ca^Gthedral ^Amcowl The ^Cwind winds ^Gthrough the ^Amorgan while ^Cwerewolves of ^GLondon ^Amhowl.

^EThe London bobby’s ^Gnot so slow He’ll ^Efollow where the ^Dgaslight ^Gglows ^EDown to the waterfront they’re ^Gclosing in ^CWe know who you ^Bare and ^Ewhere you’ve been.

^CThe ^Gwerewolves of ^AmLondon In ^Cwinter’s ca^Gthedral ^Amcowl The ^Cwind winds ^Gthrough the ^Amorgan while ^Cwerewolves of ^GLondon ^Amhowl.

^EWhen the moon is full^G and ^Ehigh, high above the trees^{D G E}I know you have been lonely^G We're ^Cout there,^B we're waiting ^Efor you

^CThe ^Gwerewolves of ^AmLondon In ^Cwinter’s ca^Gthedral ^Amcowl The ^Cwind winds ^Gthrough the ^Amorgan while ^Cwerewolves of ^GLondon ^Amhowl. ^CThe ^Gwerewolves of ^AmLondon In ^Cwinter’s ca^Gthedral ^Amcowl The ^Cwind winds ^Gthrough the ^Amorgan while ^Cwerewolves of ^GLondon ^Amhowl.