The Dreadnoughts - Black letters

He was just 1^C8 When he ^Fsaw her smiling ^Gface As she ^Amdanced along the ^Cstreets of ^FMontreal

And in ^C1916 She gave her ^Fhand for him to ^Ghold In the c^Amhurch beneath the a^Cncient city ^Dmwalls

But ^Emnow he lies awake, staring in up into the dark At the e^Amyes of a million tiny ^Fgods And when the ^Fsun comes u^Cp, they'll g^Dmo ov^Amer the top, for ^Ggood

So he writes her black ^Amlet^Am/Cters ^{Am/G Am Am/C Am/G} By the ^Amtime you read these words There will ^Dbe no more ^Amwar, for ^Fme There will ^Gbe, only ^Ampea^Fce ^{C Dm}

He was her only ^Cson And she ^Frocked him back and ^Gforth In the ^Amcradle of the ^Ctall Alberta ^Fgrain And he was ^Cscarce a man When he ^Fanswered the ^Gcall Left her c^Amrying as he s^Ctepped onto the ^Dmtrain

And s^Emhe was all alone, staring at the moon As his ^Ambody hit the sand beneath C^Falais And when the ^Fsun c^Came up, his ^Dmwords were on the ^Amsteps for ^Gher

And she read his black ^Amlet^Am/Cters ^{Am/G Am Am/C Am/G} By the ^Amtime you read these ^Cwords There will ^Dbe no more w^Amar, for m^Fe There w^Gill be, only p^Ameac^Am/Ce ^{Am/G Am Am/C Am/G} B^Amlac^Am/Ck let^Am/Gters ^{D Am}

Well the d^Cay will come We l^Fook into the ^Geyes Of a ^Amfate that is much gr^Ceater than us al^Fl And by the set^Cting sun We'll write the w^Fords we'd wish to e^Gcho In the he^Amarts of our l^Coved ones should we fa^Dmll

Those t^Emhin dark lines, so delicate and fine Like a r^Amoad that could show the way ^Fback home But at the end^Fing of the ^Cday, our m^Dmemories will f^Amade for go^God

Except for our black let^Amter^Am/Cs ^{Am/G Am Am/C Am/G} By the t^Amime you read these w^Cords There will ^Dbe no more ^Amwar, for m^Fe There will ^Gbe, only p^Ameac^Am/Ce ^{Am/G Am Am/C Am/G} Black l^Amett^Am/Cers ^{Am/G D Am} Am