Rebel Son - Lorena

A hundred months have passed, Lor ^Cena, ^DSince last I held your hand in ^Gmine, ^D And ^Gfelt your pulse beat fast, Lor ^Cena, Though ^Dmine beat faster far than ^Gthine. Twas ^Emnot thy woman's heart that ^B7spoke; Thy heart was always true to m^Eme-ee-ee: ^D So ^Glong ago Lorena ^Cyou broke The ^Dtie which linked my soul with ^Gthee

We loved each other then, Lor ^Cena, Far ^Dmore than we ever dared to ^Gtell; ^D And ^Gjust what might we have been, Lor ^Cena, ^DIf our love had only prospered ^Gwell But ^Emshould we even consider one re ^B7gret For what we?d be now we?ll neither never ^Emkno-oo- ^Dow; For ^Gif we try we may for ^Cget, ^DWe?re the words of thine long years a ^Ggo.

^GIt matters little now, Lor ^Cena, The ^Dpast is in the eternal ^Gpast; ^D Our ^Gheads will one day lie low, Lor ^Cena, ^DLife?s time is fading out so ^Gfast. There ^Emis a Future O, thank ^B7God Our lives this was so small a ^Empar-aaar- ^Dart 'Tis ^Gdust to dust beneath the ^Csod; But ^Dthere, up there, heart to ^Gheart.

Still the ^Gyears creep slowly by, Lor ^Cena, The ^Dsnow is on the ground a ^Ggain. ^D The ^Gsun?s low down the sky, Lor ^Cena, And the ^Dfrost again gleams where the flow'rs have ^Gbeen.